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“Yes,” she whispered. “But—”
“There are no buts. You’re either happy or you aren’t. Which is it?” My eyes narrowed when she hesitated. “Violet Hope Stevenson Sawyer.”
Her lips twitched when I used the same tone her mom would have spoken in during a moment like this. “I’m happy. I just feel guilty.”
“For being happy?” I asked quietly, and she gave a slight shrug. “Ugh. If I didn’t love you so damn much, I’d slap some sense into your beautiful head. There is no reason to feel guilty for being happy. I just told you, Vi. Remington wanted your happiness. If you aren’t happy, then he’s going to come back and haunt you.”
“Maybe he already is,” she mumbled, turning her head, breaking our gaze.
“No, you are haunting yourself. Look, no one is saying you can’t miss Remington. Or that you shouldn’t think about him. But if all you do is think about the things he’s not here for, or that you shouldn’t do something because it would disrespect his memory, then all you’ll end up doing is getting in your own way. You won’t have time to enjoy the really good moments.”
“I hate when you’re smarter than me,” Violet complained, but when she glanced at me again, she was grinning. The sadness that had been in her eyes was thankfully replaced by the bright light of life that I was always relieved to see. “All right. Let’s get this shit over with.”
“Let me go first,” I told her, climbing over her to get to the door.
“Get your ass out of my face,” she cried. “I don’t know what kinky things you allow Jags to do to it.”
“Probably the same kink you let Luca do to yours,” I countered, tossing a smirk over my shoulder and watching as pink filled her cheeks.
“Luca’s too big for butt action,” she sassed, despite the heat in her face.
“Didn’t need to know that.”
“Like you haven’t told me how big Jagger is. And you said you saw Lyric’s once.”
“By accident. When we were like fourteen,” I argued. “He was wearing really loose swim trunks at Jagger’s house, and the water kind of turned them into floaties. It’s not my fault I looked. No one can catch a glimpse of that Pringles can and not get hypnotized.”
“Lyric and Luca are identical twins. That means they are the same in every way.” She waggled her brows at me, making me laugh.
“Then you are definitely not having butt fun with him. You’re too tiny for that.” I paused with my hand on the door handle, still leaning over Violet, my ass right in her face. “I wonder if Mila can take Lyric.”
“Gross. I don’t want to think about the guy who is my best friend, second only to you, having sex with anyone.”
“But he’s basically Luca’s clone.”
“No, he is not!” She covered her ears. “No, no, no. He is completely different in all the ways that count.”
“Apparently his dick size counts if you’re comparing it to his brother’s,” I said more to myself than to her since she was still covering her ears in denial.
Even when we were younger and there had been no ink to differentiate which twin was which, Violet had been able to tell who was who. Their own mother couldn’t do that at times when they were kids. But there had always been an invisible connection between Vi and Luca. It was as if she didn’t even see Lyric, at least not with the same eyes she looked at his twin with. Which was weird to me, because even with the different ink on their arms now, the only way I could tell the two of them apart was because Luca had about thirty more pounds of muscle from playing football.
Grabbing hold of her wrist, I opened the door and pulled her out behind me. Jenner and the two other guards jumped into action, keeping anyone from actually touching us, even though I could practically feel their body heat from how close they were. At the door, one of the guards moved to open it, leaving a brief opening, which one of the photographers took advantage of and got close to Violet.
She jumped aside, her back hitting the other guard before Jenner could get between her and the man with the camera. Seeing the fear in her eyes, I didn’t even think about what I was doing. Drawing back, I punched the guy in the jaw, making him shout in pain and drop his camera.
“Assault!” he cried. “She assaulted me.”
“You’re the one invading personal space,” I argued, shaking out my throbbing hand. “But keep crying assault. I’m sure you’ll get your moment in the spotlight for getting punched by a woman.”
A few of the other paps snickered, but that didn’t stop them from click-click-clicking away on their own cameras.
Fucking assholes.
Chapter 2
Jagger
I was sitting on the couch in my living room, eating a bowl of cereal, when the smell hit me. Love Bug made a pitiful little whining noise and then squirmed in the travel swing thing Luca had set up as soon as they’d arrived the day before. A loud fart left the tiny little human, and I dropped my spoon into the half-full bowl as another wave of stench hit my nostrils.
