“How did this happen?”
“I don’t even know. I just got there and my mom was getting into me because I was late. Like I could help it that my car broke down. So, I go out to the only bar in town, and I’m sitting there drinking by myself when they just come in. It was empty so they must have seen me quickly. So, they come over and sit, and we start talking, and…”
Her eyes were wide and she was leaning forward. She waved a hand at me, impatient, when I stopped. “And… what? Go on already.”
“They asked me to spend the night with them. I was pretty reluctant, at first, but I said yes.”
“I can’t believe you of all people had a night with a pair of hot twins. Don’t just cut the story there, a little more detail.”
I grinned. And I went into details. I was blushing the entire time, embarrassed and excited at the same time. I couldn’t believe I was even talking about it, I didn’t usually talk about my sex life with anyone.
The more I told her, the more Brandi was more than jealous. Until she was the one lying on my table, eating ice cream to alleviate her misery.
“I can’t believe your luck. Why can’t I get propositioned by hot twins and have a night of wild sex? Did I do something wrong in a past life? I swear most of the guys I keep meeting lately only want to jump into the sack when they aren’t even that great.”
I snickered. “Who knows. Something may happen.”
She just stuck her tongue out at me and opened the tub for more ice cream. We both took some, and she put the rest of it in my fridge.
“Are you going to see the twins again?”
I sighed, feeling a little of the misery swamp my excitement as I remembered that little detail. Why didn’t I just leave them with my number?
“I’m not going back home, so I doubt it.”
Chapter Thirteen
Carl
I’d gotten into racing early in life. At twenty-seven, I could brag because I was amazing at it. The only thing I was ever good at, really, because unlike my brother, school never agreed with me.
Abe was good at the racing, too. When I made him go with me, a part of it was so I could show off, in the one thing I thought I could be better than him at. We’d raced against each other a few times, and I had beat him, but he’d beat me about as many times, so we’d averaged at a tie. Then we decided to work as a team, and he stuck it out with me.
Still, he’d only ever raced bikes. I was comfortable in pretty much anything. Even in cars.
I was racing across the highway toward our destination. I spent more time on a bike than in a car, but I was comfortable in both.
“Carl, slow down.”
I scowled without turning at Abe’s warning. He sighed.
“This is not a race, and we need to take our time. I already told you we’d have to wait till Monday to look for her anyway. There’s no hurry.”
“I’m technically driving at the speed limit.”
“Just barely,” he growled. “Look, just slow down, now, okay? Leave the racing for the tracks, that’s what they’re for.”
I chuckled. He was always like that, giving me warnings, giving me tips. Sometimes, I felt like he thought he had to take care of me. Which was ridiculous, we were the same age, but it was what I got for dragging him with me everywhere I went, so I guess I deserved it.
“You’re boring, little brother.”
He growled, indignant. He hated it when I called him that, and I’d been using it since I learned that I was, technically, born before he was. Abe was fun to pick on because he was so serious most of the time. Even back when we were kids.
“Don’t call me little brother.”
I laughed. “You technically are.”
“By a few minutes.”
I threw a grin at him. I saw him narrow his eyes at me right as I turned back.
“Carl, no.”
He knew me better than I thought. I heard talk about twins having a psychic connection like that, but I could never tell what he was thinking. Of course, I didn’t need to, and I knew he read me so well because I was predictable.
“At least pay attention to the fucking weather, if not me. It’s raining out there, you idiot. The roads are going to be slick, and it’s not like sliding on dirt. I know it’s hard, but please don’t do something stupid.”
I scoffed at him, ignoring the stupid comment. It was just a little rain, and it had calmed down some time ago. I could see just fine through the windshield and only had to run the wipers once every few minutes to clear the glass.
I didn’t listen to him. The route we were on would take us past the hospital as we drove into town. We hadn’t been there for a while, but I knew where it was, and I knew we were close. I let the speed go down a little.
“Carl.”
I ignored Abe, doing a mini stunt with the car. It should have been fine. The road was clear, this late in the afternoon on a Saturday. I’d started with a car before moving on to bikes, hell I’d been racing a lot longer than Abe realized, so it wasn’t like I didn’t know what I was doing.
It was probably the speed, I didn’t let It go down enough for the stunt. Only, I was feeling a little high so I wasn’t paying as much attention as I should have been. I couldn’t handle it, the steering becoming useless under my hands as the wheels screeched against the road, all the water on the ground making sure we lost the traction I’d need to get the car back under control.
I knew we were going to crash, and I couldn’t stop it. Stupidly, I closed my eyes. There wasn’t anything seeing could help with anyway, but I still shouldn’t have. I heard it before I felt it, then there was pain, sharp and unbearable, and everything went black.
Next thing I know, I wake up to white walls and a curtain to my left.
I just blinked in the sudden brightness for a moment. I looked around, and it was easy to guess I was in a hospital. I was laying on a bed with railings, covered in white sheets, my hands at my sides over the sheets. There was a needle taped to the back of my left hand, attached to an IV drip, and when I followed the line, I saw the medical equipment.
I looked down at my body, saw my leg on a sling that kept it elevated, wrapped in a white cast up to the knee.
Fuck.
I remembered driving and doing something stupid even when my brother told me not to. Then I felt myself start to panic a little. Where was Abe?
Before it could get seriously out of control, though, I heard someone groan and curse. The voice was familiar, though low and a bit rough.
“Abe?” I called, unsure.
There was a short silence, then: “Carl?”
The relief that flashed through me made me feel a little dizzy, even though I was lying down.
“Thank God. I thought something bad happened to you, or something.”
He snorted. “It’s your fault to begin with, you know. And I’m not exactly uninjured. Neither are you, even though I haven’t seen you yet.”
“How long have you been awake?”
“Not that long, I think.” He paused. “How bad are you?”
I looked down at my leg, then tried to feel if I had injuries anywhere else.
“My leg’s in a cast. I don’t think anything else is broken. You?”
“My arm. It’s in a cast and tied on a sling around my neck. I can’t even feel my fingers.”
Fuck. I could feel the guilt start to sink in. I shouldn’t have tried to be a show-off, not when we were on the highway, going a little too fast. I should have listened to my brother, and I cringed just thinking it.
“Hey, Abe? I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”
There was a short silence, then he laughed, sounding incredulous.
“I didn’t think you’d actually say it. Whatever, man. You’ve always been an idiot but I’m stuck with you anyway.”
I probably should have felt even a little offended, but I was just glad he wasn’t going to punch me over this. Or maybe he was just high on drugs so he was calm and more forgivi
ng.
Before either of us could think to add more to the conversation, the door opened. I couldn’t see who it was clearly, but Abe, his side being closer to the door, must have. I saw her for a moment when she walked inside before the curtain blocked her.
“Oh, I can see you’re awake. How do you feel?”
“Doing somewhat okay, considering the circumstances. Could I ask for a favor? Can you pull back the curtain?”
“Well… it was put in place for privacy—”
“My brother is on the other side of that curtain. I’d rather look at him than the floral print, honestly.”
There was a short silence, and then her head appeared around the offending cloth.
“Oh, I see you’re awake, too. Would you like the curtain drawn back as well?”
“Please.”
It was just a mutter, but she heard me. She pulled the curtain back, and I was relieved to see Abe, not just hear him. He was in a bed like mine, only his upper body was slightly elevated, and I could see the bulk of his arm in the cast, held against his chest by a sling.
“All right. If you’re both comfortable.” She waited until we both nodded. “Good. Now, the two of you have been out for quite some time. You were brought in yesterday. You’re both lucky you aren’t hurt too badly from that accident, you’re expected to make full recovery.”
“Um,” Abe cut in before she could go on. “Where are we?”
“Oh, right! You’re at Central General Hospital.”
My twin and I met eyes, and right then, I could almost swear I could read his mind. He must have been thinking exactly what I was.
“We’d like to see Emma Davis.”
I couldn’t say who spoke first, or maybe we said it at the same time. The nurse was surprised, but neither of us paid any attention to it.
Chapter Fourteen
Emma
Both boys were having their checkups.
Because I was technically still an intern, when the boys had their checkups, a nurse had to go in with me. If the place wasn’t so busy, I wouldn’t have been assigned to them at all no matter their insistence, not without a senior doctor to oversee it. I managed to get a senior nurse, instead.
I probably shouldn’t have been assigned to them, though. I didn’t just know them, I was emotionally invested. I might have argued if the senior doctor in the department had refused to let me take the job since I wouldn’t be allowed to see them or know what was happening with them, without that authority.
I went through their charts as the nurse looked them over after I was done, just to be sure I didn’t miss anything. I’d gone through the pages several times, even added something to them once I was officially assigned to work with the twins. I practically had all the information memorized, but I kept reading it, worried something else might crop up.
Human life was a fragile thing, I knew that better than a lot of people. One second, someone could be fine, and the next their condition has jumped to critical. But they’d gone through all the checks that put them out of danger. Still, I checked again.
So far, everything seemed to be in order. Apart from the fact that Carl seemed to have broken his leg, whereas Abe had a fractured arm. But no one got concussed or had internal bleeding. Their limbs weren’t technically even broken, just bruised at the bone, a couple of hairline fractures that would heal on their own and the casts would come off in a couple of weeks or so. They had a few cuts, and that was about it.
I was stuck between being horrified at the extent of the damage and relieved that it wasn’t worse.
“Doctor Davis?”
I looked up from rereading Abe’s chart and looked at the nurse.
“Yes?”
“These boys are going to be needing some more medication soon.”
I checked both charts again just to be sure. “Could you please handle that for me?”
“Of course.”
She pulled Carl’s blanket over his chest, smiled at me, and left the room. Once we were alone, I went back to looking at the charts, only this time I wasn’t seeing anything on them. I was trying to avoid looking at the guys, feeling nervous for a different reason now that I was truly alone with them in the room.
They’d been here a few days already. The crash happened on Saturday, but I wasn’t called in until Monday because they weren’t exactly in danger, though they’d been up on Sunday. It was only Tuesday, barely four days since that night we spent together. The call had confused me at first and then scared me when I thought of them being in a car accident. What happened wasn’t as bad as it could have been, and I was grateful for that.
I still didn’t like seeing them laying there, Carl’s leg in a cast, Abe’s arm in the same state. Finally deciding I’d looked at the charts long enough, I put them back where I found them, hung on the foot of their beds. Then I faced them both with my arms crossed.
“You guys are going to be here for a couple more nights before you get discharged.”
“Then it’s not bad?” Carl said, trying to smile.
I scowled at him. “It could have been worse. You two could have seriously gotten hurt.”
I’d heard he was the one behind the wheel, and I wanted to rant at him, demand to know what exactly he was thinking, being so reckless. But we’d spent a night together a few days ago, that didn’t mean I had the right to scream at him, no matter how badly I wanted to.
I couldn’t keep up the tough stance for long, though, sighing, my shoulders slumping as I dropped my arms. I was grateful they were okay. I knew they could have been a lot unluckier, not walked away from the accident at all, even though in Carl’s case he would technically be limping. I’d seen worse.
“What are you guys even doing here? And not at the hospital, but here. I know Libreville isn’t home for you guys any more than it is me, but I’m pretty sure you don’t live around here, either.”
They were famous back home. International Motorcyclist Champions wasn’t the kind of name you could just go out and get for yourself and it wouldn’t spread in a town that small, even if their dad didn’t occasionally brag about it in public. I didn’t know where they lived, exactly, but someone would have known if it was the city a few hours away from home.
“We came to see you.” Abe smiled, a little rueful, as I turned to him. “I swear this wasn’t our original plan, though. We heard from your mother that you worked here so we were going to come look for you here first.”
“I’m only an intern, though. Not an actual doctor just yet.” I still had a few tests to go through, but so long as I passed and got my license to practice, I was golden. I sighed. “It was sweet of you guys to come see me, though. Still, you should have been driving carefully.”
I directed that last bit to Carl, and for a second I thought he looked guilty. But then it was gone, and I wondered if I hadn’t imagined it.
I glanced back at the door. The nurse had left it wide open. I couldn’t lock it, she was supposed to be back soon, and it would be too suspicious. Besides, I wasn’t sure if these doors even could lock from the inside. But I walked over to it and shut it, quietly. I took a moment to breathe, and then I turned around and slowly walked so I was standing in the middle of the space between their beds, at the foot.
“Why would you guys even come looking for me?” I frowned at them, glancing at one, then the other. But I couldn’t hold their gazes, they were too intense, and I ended up looking around the room. “We had a night, it was amazing. But you guys have lives to get to, and I have mine.”
“You can’t think it’s that simple, Emma,” Abe said slowly. “I know we didn’t do a lot of talking that night, but we probably should have.”
“It wouldn’t have changed reality.”
Carl snorted. “Screw reality. We had a great night together, and you disappeared.” I would have said something in protest, but then he went serious for the first time that I could remember seeing. “Do you think it’s par for the course for us? We found a girl we like, so le
t’s share? We never do that.”
My eyes snapped to his, then momentarily to his brother’s, wide in my surprise. I hadn’t thought about whether they’d done that before, slept with other women together, I didn’t really want to think about it. Why would they do it with me, though? I wasn’t anything particularly special. Surely, they knew that.
I wanted to ask, I was really tempted to, but I refused to allow myself to let the words out. I couldn’t. I was supposed to forget, move on; not reopen the chapter any time I felt like it.
“Look, as interesting as that is, I don’t exactly do threesomes myself, like ever. I can’t even remember the face of the last guy I was with. The one night we had… was great.” I met Abe’s eyes before mine skittered away. “But all that aside, what happened before should be forgotten.”
“I don’t think so,” Carl said casually.
“I’m with my idiot brother.” We both ignored him when he growled at that. “We want more, Emma. We wouldn’t be here, tracking you down, if we weren’t interested.”
Yes, but interested in what? More sex? I wanted it too, but how long would it last, how long until it wasn’t enough for me? I was finishing up with school, with work at the hospital, but after that, I would be busy looking for a job, and who knew where I would get one. I didn’t want to set myself up for heartbreak.
“Emma,” he murmured, and it was completely unfair how just him saying my name had my body tightening, growing hot. “We came because we want you. For more than just one more night. We were great together. We could be even better. You want us, too, don’t you?”
I did. Hell, did I ever. Suddenly, I felt exposed, like they could see something I sort of wanted to stay a secret.
How was I supposed to forget about them, move on with my life, when already they had such an effect on me? They were irresistible. And as I looked at both their determined faces, I realized, with a sinking heart, that they intended to get what they wanted.
Thing was, I was pretty sure, if they pushed the right button, I would give in. Gladly.
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