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If it’s true that he does want his twin brother’s girlfriend, then I sympathize with him. It looks like I know all too well about the pain of wanting something that you can’t have.
But I’m not thinking about that.
I’mneverthinking about that.
Instead ofthinking, I take another angry sip of my whiskey and pour all my energy into being angry at people and this bar. At the moron sitting beside me who’s gone back to watching his wife move.
“Stop eye-fucking your wife,” I tell him belligerently.
At this, he finally turns to me.
But instead of his usual irritation, I keep getting that smirk. “I don’t need to eye-fuck my wife when I can actually fuck her any time.”
Another angry sip of my whiskey. “Spare me the details of your sex life, will you?”
“Jealous, are we?”
“Fuck you.”
“I mean,” he sprawls himself even wider as if preening, “you should be. I’m superior to you in all ways.”
“And which ways are those?”
“Twins, dude,” he says happily.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, awfully tired of him and his bragging.
“I knocked her up with twins. On the first try. Which you already know.”
“Yes, because you never shut up about it.”
He doesn’t.
His twins may have been born recently, but ever since he found out that he was going to have them, he hasn’t stopped talking about it. He hasn’t stopped bragging to anyone who listens that he not only knocked up his Firefly — his nickname for his wife — but did it with twins.
“He never shuts up about what?”
Another voice joins in the conversation and my solitary corner, already not solitary anymore, becomes a crowd of three.
It’s Reed Jackson.
Ledger’s brother-in-law.
He’s not on our team, but I guess he heard we were going to hang here tonight and showed up.
Actually, he doesn’t even play soccer anymore but he used to, back in high school. He was kind of a legend around these parts. Him and his high school rivalry with Ledger. I never went to school with them – I went to a high school one town over in MiddleMarch where my mother worked as one of the janitors – but even I’ve heard of it. I’ve heard of their infamous hatred for each other and enmity. I even heard the insane story of these two knuckleheads falling in love with each other’s sisters, marrying them and getting tied up with each other for life.
He leans against the pillar, taking a pull of his beer, and I reply, “What do you think?”
He eyes Ledger. “Stop talking about knocking up my sister.”
Ledger eyes Reed back. “If you stop talking about knocking up mine.”
“Can’t.” He shrugs. “Not while she’s knocked up again.”
She is.
I think she’s about six months along and looking at Reed — who’s watching his wife, Callie, dance with Tempest and Stellan’s object of obsession — you can tell that he’s extremely proud of it.
