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“The other rooms secured?” I asked.
Rueben nodded, stepping out of the room and going to the backdoor. I tapped the comm to get Phoenix’s attention.
“Heading out, let me know when the alarm is off.”
“On it,” he said, tapping his keys. “Any problems?”
“Um, not a problem, per se. You’ll see in a minute.”
“And go, you have fifteen seconds.”
I opened the door, gesturing for Rueben to go first, and closed it a few seconds later. Typically, we could manage the alarm longer, but the system here was top of the line despite the state of the house. The longest we could disrupt it without setting off the monitoring company was fifteen seconds, giving us just enough time to open and close the door.
Rueben stayed in the shadows, moving silently and quickly for a man his size. I never knew how he did it, but it made working jobs easier for him. The van parked a few houses down came into view, and I quickened my steps, curious about how Robyn was doing.
I stepped in front of Rueben and knocked on the door with our signal; the lock disengaged a second later. Opening it, I hopped in and cleared a spot for him to lay her down.
“What the hell?” Phoenix muttered, jumping up. I shoved the bag of goods in his arms and reached up to grab the first aid kit. Rueben laid her down gently, brushing the side of her face softly. It surprised me, freezing me to my spot for a second.
“Holy shit, it’s the girl from the bookstore,” Phoenix whispered.
“No, it’s my ride-share girl,” I said, wiping the blood off her face. It had stopped bleeding, so I didn’t think she needed stitches. Once it was cleaned, I applied a butterfly bandage just in case.
She whimpered, and Rueben pulled her back into his lap. I couldn’t even argue about it; the look on his face and how he held her stopped me. Phoenix’s words penetrated my mind, some dots connecting.
“She’s who you met at the diner and then later bumped into Phoenix with?” I asked Rueben. His dark eyes lifted to mine, nodding in response. “That explains why she yelled at me then. She thought you were me.” I slapped my twin, and he rolled his eyes, not bothered.
“I didn’t say anything mean to her!” he exclaimed. He glanced at me for a second before returning to her. I internally smiled; he was smitten, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Now I just had to convince Otto to give her a chance.
Phoenix liked to point out how often and quickly I fell in love with girls, only to discover something about them later and break it off. He was only half right in his assessment.
The reason I fell out of love with them was because they were never the right girl forallof us. Since the other knuckleheads barely ventured out of our rooms, it had been up to me to meet the one for us. So, I’d meet someone I liked and talk her up to the others, bringing her around so they could meet and fall in love with her too. But for one reason or another, one of them wouldn’t like her. So, I’d make a random excuse for why she wasn’t the one and move on.
But it finally looked like I’d found her. And she was our little assassin, to boot.
Phoenix and Otto had thought I was crazy the first time I’d seen her. She’d been jumping out of a window as we entered a room. I didn’t think she’d even noticed us. She’d intrigued me, and I hoped we’d run into one another properly.
Over the years, I’d find evidence of her being there, sometimes before us, sometimes after when it broke on the news. But we never crossed paths again until tonight.
Picking her up at the airport, Phoenix and Rueben running into her in town and stumbling into her now on this job… I knew it all meant something. This was fate bringing us together.
What better way for a girl to accept our lifestyle than to have a secret one of her own?
She stirred in the big man’s arms, her eyes opening as she came to. Her blue eyes landed on me, and I smiled, not wanting her to be scared.
“Blue cheese! How hard did I hit my head? I’m seeing double.” She blinked again, turning her head from side to side. “Yep, definitely Diplopia. Okay, possible conditions include concussion, brain aneurysm, stroke, infection, brain tumor…” she said, listing off medical conditions as if she had them memorized.
“What’s Diplopia?” I asked, confused.
“Double vision,” Phoenix and Robyn said at the same time. Robyn gasped, looking back and forth between us again.
My twin smiled, reaching out to take her hand. “You don’t have double vision. There are two of us. And I think I owe you an apology, though I’m unsure what I did wrong earlier.”
“Two of you,” she mumbled in disbelief.
I waved, my tattooed hand on display. She glanced down at the one in her grasp, spotting Phoenix’s tattooed hand.
“Right. Twins?” she asked like she was still confused.
