They are so like my own, but instead of my generic brown, his are speckled with golden flecks that I’ve always been a tad jealous of.
Unspoken words pass between us, like they so often do. Some might say it’s a weird twin telepathy thing. Wyatt and I have a fluidity of understanding between the two of us that can’t really be put into words.
“Thanks,” he tells me, grabbing a few clean glasses and filling them up with beer. “I know Fridays aren’t your favorite.”
I shrug, getting to work, cleaning some of the dirty glasses in the sink.
“Wyatt,” a male voice comes from the far side of the bar. “Can we get a glass of water?” His eyes dart to the woman and then back to Wyatt.
He’s in the middle of making a mixed drink, so I fill up a glass with water and carry it over to her. She’s snapping at the man about not needing to drink any water and that she isfucking fine.
A smile threatens to appear from the sassiness in her voice. It also makes my dick twitch against my jeans.Not the fucking time, dumbass.
“You are a damn nurse,” the guy says. “You’d think you would be less opposed to the concept of hydration.”
“I’m not opposed to water. I am opposed to you telling me what to do.”
She is feisty as fuck, and I love it. I calmly slide the water-filled glass in front of her. “Not telling you what to do… just hydration… if you choose.”
She laughs again, but this time it’s because of me. A weird fluttery feeling flies through my chest. Then her eyes bug out, head swiveling from me to what I assume is Wyatt.
“Wait…”
Wyatt slings his arm around my shoulders. “Yes, there’s two of us.”
We might be identical twins with matching faces, but we are far from mirror images of one another.
Hair. Mine is a lot longer, on top at least. Tattoos. He has some. I have more. Piercings. He doesn’t have any. I have some…
“Holy crap,” she says quietly, eyes roaming over both of us.
The guy beside her groans. “I thought seeing you flirt with one was bad enough. Now there’s two of them.”
She points an accusing finger at him. “Shut the fuck up, Cole.” Her words are harsh, but there’s a level of playfulness behind them.
“Why are you so cranky?”
Her eyes narrow on him. “I don’t think you want to know the answer to that question.” I feel like I am picking up the drift of what she is implying, but I can’t be certain.
He blinks at her a few times before running his hand over his face in exasperation. “You’re right. I absolutely don’t want to know about how your bad attitude is directly correlated to your lack of action.”
She smacks him in the arm.
“Why do you keep hitting me tonight?” he asks.
“Because you keep pissing me off.”
Now that I can clearly tell this man isn’t interested in her, I kind of like him.
He isn’t afraid to call her out but isn’t saying a whole bunch of pointless crap no one has time for or cares to listen to. He’s also kind of funny in a more subtle way.
“Well… on that note,” Wyatt says with a sparkle in his eye. “Abby and Cole, this is my twin brother. His name is Lincoln, but we call him Linc. He isn’t a president or something.”
He gestures at me with his free hand, showing that I most definitely do not look like a political leader.
“Linc, this is Abby and Cole. They have a kid together, but zero sexual chemistry. How they made said kid in the first place, I have no idea.”
“Okay then,” Cole says.
