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For a moment, Jamie stared silently into her sister’s eyes. Just because they were twins didn’t mean they got along all the time. Sometimes Jamie wondered if it wasn’t worse than being normal siblings.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “It sucks always being the evil twin.”

“You aren’t evil, Jamie.” Jessie put her arm around her sister’s shoulders. “You just approach things differently, and I’m just lucky my way has parental approval.”

Jamie scoffed but kept her thoughts out of her mouth.

“Come on.” Jessie jerked her head toward the door. “Let’s get a coffee, and you can tell me all about what happened. Did you say you’re being fired?”

“Most likely.” Jamie nodded and let Jessie walk her out of the classroom. “Especially after today.”

“Well, I think that coffee just upgraded to getting drunk.”

Jamie laughed and leaned into Jessie.

Maybe being twins wasn’t always a bad thing.

nine

“All right, but if you have tequila, I’m out.” Tori chuckled and brushed a kiss on Siena’s cheek as she opened the door.

“I’m never living that down, am I?”

“It wasn’t just you.” Tori patted Siena’s back as she walked past, shutting the door behind them.

“Where’s Miranda and Rebel?” Siena asked as she sat down at the kitchen table.

“They’re over at Miranda's parents. Tierney and Miranda are trying to spend more time with them. Want wine?”

Siena laughed and nodded. What she actually wanted was something much stronger, but she also needed as clear a head as she could muster.

After a call to Tori, Siena had rung Aili. She’d called in a favor once Harley had fallen asleep. Aili would have preferred to have spent time with her goddaughter awake, but she was consoled with a home cooked meal and Siena owing her a favor.

“All right.” Tori slid one glass in front of Siena as she slipped into the chair opposite, her own still in her hand. “So spill. What’s going on?”

“Where the hell do I start?”

“At the beginning.” Tori smiled, and Siena remembered how easy it was to let Tori be the person in her life to give her Harley. There wasn’t judgement or condescension, just open goodness that radiated.

“Some people like to be wined and dined, I like to be fajita’d and margarita’d.”

“What?” Tori sat back, eyes blinking in confusion.

Siena laughed. “That’s what Jamie said to me the first time I met her in person.”

“Jamie?” Tori raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “And if this involved margaritas which means tequila, then I think I know how this turned out.”

Fuck, her reputation really did precede her, didn’t it? Siena’s cheeks burned as she went into the complications and coincidences that had happened since she heard that god-awful pick-up line.

Tori sipped her wine. “Well, I have to admit. That’s an interesting situation you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“So,” Siena prodded. “Do I go ahead with this meeting tomorrow or not?”

“First…” Tori put the glass down carefully on the tabletop. This wasn’t going to be something Siena liked, she knew that much. “I need to ask some questions. Is that okay?”

“Yes.” Siena sighed. “It’s why I’m here. You’ve always been better at the life stuff. I mean look at you. You’ve not only made your business into a booming success, but you made your own dreams come true, despite the opposition you got from everyone—including me.”

“It’s just about being brave, Siena. You know that. But back on topic… I can’t help wondering why this woman has gotten under your skin so much.”