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“What?” she screeches.
Found it.
Now where’s the damn toothbrush?
“We talked. I drank too much champagne and stayed in his room instead of bothering to come down here.”
“Then why were you in his sweats, Grace Elizabeth Sinclair?”
I spit out the toothpaste and groan. “Why am I getting full-named?”
“Because you’re wearing Ares Wilder’s clothes.Ares. The god of war. You had your first one-night stand with Ares Wilder,” she yells, and I want to kill her. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I. Did. Not. Fuck. Ares.” I step out of the clothes in question and into my own, and I may or may not miss the smell of him instantly.Damn it. I poke my head back through the doorway. “We slept, Brynnie. Sorry to disappoint you. But that’s all that happened. There has to be sex for it to be a one-night stand.”
I look in the mirror and flinch.
Not good.
Where’s a brush when I need one?
I run my fingers through my dark hair, throw it up in a ponytail, and splash some water on my face. This is as good as it’s getting this morning.
When I walk back into my room, Brynn is sitting primly as she stares at me, clearly disappointed by the lack of sex fact. Same, girl.Same. “Really? Nothing? Did he at least get you off?”
I shake my head. “It wasn’t like that.”
“What a waste of a perfectly good manwhore.”
My stomach sours at her words. “Don’t say that, please.” I grab my portable phone charger and toss it in my purse with my dead phone, then snag my sneakers and slide them on. “I may need your help today.”
“Name it,” she says without hesitation because that’s what we’ve always done for each other. The five of us have always,alwayslooked out for each other ever since we were little girls. “I’m going to miss you so much, Brynnie.” I sniff.
“What the hell, Grace?” She stands up and waits as I tie my shoe.
“I got offered a place as a principal dancer with the Royal Ballet... in London.” I wait and watch as my words sink in, and a tiny bit of my trepidation fades when her face transforms into pure excitement.
“Oh my God, Grace,” she screams as she reaches for me, jumping up and down. “This is your dream. You’re doing it. You’re living it. You’re going to dance in London.” Her fingers dig in where she’s gripping my biceps now that we’re both jumping like little kids until she yanks us both to an abrupt stop. A myriad of emotions flash across her face before she settles on a look I know too damn well.
“When do you leave?”
I stare into her bright, beautiful, green eyes and rip that Band-Aid off in a flash, scared if I don’t do it now, I won’t do it at all. “In two days.”
“And when are we telling Evie?”
“Can I tell you how much I love that you saidwe?” I pull her in for a hug, and her phone rings obnoxiously from the bed.
“I don’t even have to look to know that’s Evie. We’ve got to get down to breakfast, now, good twin.”
“Do we have to?” This is so not going to end well.
Brynlee and I stroll into the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel a few minutes later, and I’m instantly relieved. Everyone is chatting in their own world, and no one gives Brynn and me a second thought.
I slide into an open seat at the far end of one table, across from my brother Nixon, and Brynn sits down next to me.
Call me a chicken, but I’m not ready to face my twin yet.
“Hey, good twin. Nice of you to join us.” Nixon grins a stupid fucking grin, and I kick him as hard as I can under the table. Everly and I may be the twins in our family... well, in our immediate family—our bigass family has a few sets.Anyway... I digress. We may be the twins, but Nix is barely a year younger than us. The three of us, Maddox, and Callen all grew up kinda like a box set. Where one went and what one did, we all went, and we all did. This little shit knows something. Or at the very least, he thinks he does.
