Brushing off that melancholy thought, I joined in as we spent the rest of the drive talking about summer plans. We’d be starting our freshman year at D'Arthur University in a month. The three of us would share an apartment off campus while Adam and I began summer classes, and Blake attended football training camp.
Excitement buzzed through the minivan as we talked it over, but Blake kept falling quiet, his mouth twisting as he held back some unspoken argument.
I couldn’t figure out what it was.
Once we parked and climbed out of the car, the three of us walked ahead to meet our classmates. Right before Blake ran off to his teammates, the point he’d been waiting to make burst out of him.
“I’m just saying!” he argued vehemently. “They did one of those trashy TV episodes where they reveal if the guy’s the father or not, and both guys were the fathers!”
I shot Adam a look, arching a brow before I pinned Blake with an incredulous stare. “That’s your argument? You saw it onJerry Springer?”
Blake huffed. “Adam, when you go to medical school, ask your professors if it’s true.”
Adam immediately shook his head. “Yeah, no. I’m not doing that.”
I laughed, patting Blake on the back. “Give it up, Hawthorne. No matter what Jerry says, we’re twins.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. “Still the worst twins ever, though.”
“So you admit it.” Adam elbowed Blake. “Hear that, Addie?”
When Adam extended his palm to me, Blake groaned.
“Sure did!” I happily high-fived my brother in front of Blake’s face, sticking out my tongue for good measure. “Twinning!”
Once Blake spottedhis friends inside the auditorium, he forgot all about making his case. Given the number of my classmates vying for his focus, it wasn’t like I could blame him.
A stubborn argument on the qualifications for being twins hardly held a candle to Ashley Summers pushingher twinsinto his face.
I suppressed a groan, forcing myself to admit he barely even glanced at her body. Instead, he’d glued his eyes to her face, listening to whatever she had to say with obvious interest.
Even if he had ogled, it wasn’t like I could blame him for that either. He was still an eighteen-year-old guy. He had…urges or whatever.
But shallow attention beat the hearty laugh he let out when she said something funny.
Tessa let out a low whistle beside me. “I have to give it to her. She looks amazing in that dress.”
After glaring pointedly at my best friend, I turned away. “Yeah, and she knows when to wear a necklace, too. How perfect for him.”
Tessa spun me back around, her eyebrows raised. “Sorry. What? Where’d that come from?”
Begrudgingly, I told her what had happened with Blake before we left my house. She listened quietly, glancing between me and his harem of admirers while I finished the embarrassing recap.
When I made the comparison between me and Ashley, her hands clasped my shoulders.
She jerked a nod at my gown. “What are we working with here?”
I tugged the zipper down and flashed her a quick glimpse of my dress. She clicked her tongue and nodded her approval—as any best friend would do—before holding out her hands.
“May I?”
Unsure of her meaning, but figuring whatever she wanted to do wouldn’t hurt, I shrugged. “Go for it.”
She lowered the zipper on my graduation gown until she could fit her hands inside my dress. Snagging the edge of my bra, she gave it a few wiggles before letting go.
I watched, fascinated, as my cleavage perked up.
“What the…?”
