Breed of Envy (The Breed Chronicles, #02)
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“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” He ran a hand through his hair again. “That’s just, uh, coincidental. I have a twin. Fraternal.”
“Mine too. Thankfully. Otherwise, I’m sure our mom would’ve dressed us alike and given us similar names. I think since we’re so different and look nothing alike, she couldn’t do that,” I said with a chuckle.
“Yeah. No one believes me and my brother are twins.”
“Same here. Or we get the ‘what’s it like to be a twin’ question. I hate that.”
He nodded. “We get that too. We usually just ask people what it’s like to be a single.”
I laughed. “That’s good. I’ll have to remember that one.”
“I’d understand the question more—almost—if we were identical.”
“It’d still piss me off.” I shrugged. “As soon as I say twin, people assume we’re identical, and then they ask how often we switch, you know? That annoys me to absolutely no end.”
He nodded his agreement and we started walking again.
This had been a very strange night. I went out to avoid being annoyed and almost got run over by a car instead. I’d definitely had better nights. Of course, it could have been a lot worse. Instead of almost being run over, I could have been run over. Brennan could have been calling for an ambulance instead of walking me home.
“The car didn’t stop.” I blurted it out and stopped walking. Frowning, I shot him a look. “Would it sound really paranoid if I said the car actually sped up instead of slowing down?”
I’d seen it parked down the block before I’d ever started to cross the road. Still, the question seemed stupid and I’d almost decided against asking. And if it was a stupid question, then I could blame it on a concussion or something (not that I knew I had one, but whatever—I could and would claim it).
His jaw clenched and he glanced down the street. After a second, his eyes, slightly narrowed, met mine. “You aren’t paranoid,” he said darkly.