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“Same thought I had, but no. Apparently, it’s his twin.”
“Twin? I didn’t realize he had a twin.”
“Yeah, welcome to the club. Hell, I didn’t think he had any family. They’re fraternal, though.”
“I knew he had a brother but didn’t know much about him. Just that they chose opposite paths,” Tiffany reveals.
I pull back, staring at my sister anew, hearing the affection in her voice. As cool as Ryan Blackwood and I are, he’s never shared any details about his family, and again I wonder how well she knows him. I don’t ignore it this time.
“You like him, don’t you?”
“I mean, he’s all right,” she says shyly.
Laughing, I say, “Oh, Tiff’s got a crush on the cop!”
I bump her shoulder playfully with mine, and she smiles at me. As easily as the smile slides across her face, it slips away, and in its place is a worried expression turning her eyes and lips down.
“Is he really gonna be okay?”
“Yeah. I think so. Blackwood’s a fighter, not one to give up easily. He still has too much work to do. There’s no way he’s about to die.”
She nods and inhales deeply, holds her breath, and then releases.
“A biker?”
“Mm-hmm. An asshole at that.”
But a fine, gorgeous asshole.
“How the hell do two men raised in the same home become a cop and a biker. Like a riding club, right?” she asks, trying to make sense of it.
I shake my head as my eyes darken, visions of that black leather cut coming to mind and tight jeans that outlined muscular legs, thighs, and ass. Yep, I peeked at his ass when I looked over my shoulder as I left the room. That wasn’t my intention, but why waste a good glance?
“Not a riding club. He’s a card-carrying member of the Sin City motorcycle club.”
Tiff’s eyes widen, and her lips part. “Get the fuck outta here,” she laughs.
“I’m dead ass.”
She frowns, blinks, and tilts her head. “You fucking with me?”
“Nope. He’s a Sinner through and through. Saw it with my own eyes. He wore their cut, and one of his patches identified him as the road captain.”
“Shit!”
“Shit is right! Even had an entourage with him when I stepped out of the room. All of them eyeing me like they were starving or some shit,” I say, a shiver running down my spine, causing me to shake.
Crossing her arms, Tiff says, “They might’ve been hungry, but I don’t think they planned on eating you the way you think.”
“What?” I say when she wiggles her eyebrows, twists her lips, and points her glance at my lap.
“Just saying. You know we look hot in our uniforms.”
“Fuck me to hell and back before I fuck with a gangbanger or anyone in an MC. Not doing it,” I say, hopping out of bed.
“I didn’t say you were. No need to get your panties twisted, sis!” she calls after me as I close the bathroom door.
I lock the door and run my bathwater, adding lavender beads as I strip. Not only do I need to get my day started, but I need to shower to clean my dirty mind of the thoughts that I think when I remember how fine Blackwood’s twin is and thinking about being “eaten.”
