Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“Eh, then all you did was eliminate one step. I can take over where you left off. Thanks, bro.” He gives me a dismissive smack on the shoulder.
Thanks, bro.
Except I’m not exactly ready to let the matter go, even if he’s shucking his pants off and pulling on the plaid pajama bottoms that were our family matching Christmas jammies.
Plaid bottoms.
No shirt.
He pauses, looking at me. “What?”
My head shakes.
No words come out. “Nothin’.”
Drew isn’t buying it, of course. He knows that nothing means something, especially coming from me.
“Spit it out.” He sighs loudly. “Do you not think Daisy is good enough for me? Is that it, you think I could do better?”
What the hell is he talking about? Do I think he could do better? And the fact he’s insinuating she’s not good enough is ridiculous.
“I have nothin’ against Daisy. I think she’s great.”
“Then why are you acting butt hurt.”
My brows go up. “Butt hurt?” Please, I ain’t acting butt hurt.
“Are you jealous that she’s going to be takin’ up so much of my time? Is that it?”
What?
“Dude, no. We shared a womb, I couldn’t give a shit if you’re gone all the time.”
“Oh—I never said anything bout being gone. We’ll probably be spendin way too much time in my bedroom, if you catch what I’m throwing down.” He wiggles his brows in a way I’ve never seen him do before.
“Who are you?” I whisper.
Has Drew morphed into a horn-dog overnight when I wasn’t paying attention?
Jeez.
’Cause I’m pretty sure he’s implying they’ll be in his room fucking, not out on dates, and if that’s the case, I…
I…
I don’t know what.
But I know I don’t like it.
“Who am I?” My brother feigns a yawn, stretching with his bare arms out. “I’m a new man because I’m a man in love.”
I swear, if my eyes weren’t part of my skull, they’d be bugging out right now from the words coming out of his mouth.
“Love,” I deadpan. “So now you’re in love?”
“Yup.” He walks to the bed and pulls the covers back, setting his phone on the bedside table. “You should try it sometime.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you. Quit wastin’ your time with the girl next door and the fan girls and the plastics, and meet someone who gives a shit about who you really are.”
I did meet someone who gives a shit about who I really am, and she thinks I’m you.
Or that you’re me.
Whatever, you get what I mean.
Except.
I don’t say that because I can’t.
Because I love my brother, and suddenly, he’s in love with Daisy, and I won’t be the one to wrap my hand around his heart and crush it.
twenty-seven
daisy
Being single isn’t easy. Sometimes you start missing the person you made eye-contact with across the Quad.
Drake:
You in bed?
Daisy:
Just climbed in, how about you?
Same. You tired?
Not really—I was going to sit on my phone and play around, as per usual. You?
Kind of tired but I have a lot on my mind so I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep. Should probably take some melatonin or something ha ha.
What’s on your mind?
Not much—thinking about how it went introducing you to my bother.
Ha. I said bother when I meant brother. Freudian slip.
Why would you be thinking about it? Don’t you think it went well? Did he not like me?
My heart races, and for a moment, I can’t freaking believe Drake is still pretending to be his twin, but then I remember he doesn’t know that I know. Still. He has the balls to message me as Drew from his own phone when I changed the contact information when the REAL Drew Colter gave me his REAL phone number.
We’ve been chatting here and again since our revenge plot, but considering there wasn’t any actual chemistry, it’s been light banter and not much else.
No sparks.
Not the same sparks I had with Drake, and those weren’t even real. He was playing a role.
Yeah he likes you, why would you worry about that?
Um, every girl worries a guy’s family is going to like her. Do you not know anything about women?!
I tease him, to poke the bear.
There’s a certain freedom not thinking about every word I plan on typing; not thinking through every sentence I send because we’re no longer in the stage where we want to impress one another. We are not dating, we never were.
So I can say what I want.
Chicks worry what dude’s brother think about them? That’s news to me, no girl I ever dated gave a shit what my brothers thought.
What about your brothers’ girlfriends, did they not care?
Don’t bring them into this LOL they’re the worst.
What do you mean?
Ryann and Posey are…badasses who took both my brothers down a peg. My brothers didn’t stand a chance.
So what you’re saying is, strong female leads seem to run in your family.
What’s a strong female lead?
You know, a take-no-prisoners kind of woman who doesn’t let a man boss her around.