Page 181 of Indecent Lies

“You know that isn’t quite true.” A quiet Mal said, calling over to the waitress for a second bottle. “My wife is spoiled, entitled and she never let me forget how I have the wrong face.”

Texas snorted. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before and a grin kicked up half of his mouth. Not because he was gloating, he’d never do that to his brother, no matter how much they differed in opinions.

“No one said you had to marry her.”

“She was having my kid.”

“Funny then that I don’t have a nephew to spoil.”

He’d thought for years that Addison fabricated that whole thing to get a chain on one of the Hunt brothers. The evidence was damning.

Mal’s jaw tightened.

“She said she lost it on that trip to Cabo.”

Convenient.

“If it’s so bad, why are you still married?”

Mal looked down at the ring on his finger, then met Texas’ gaze and he said the words that he’d suspected to be true, even when Addison was Texas’ girlfriend. “I love the spoiled bitch.”

“You need to get right with it, brother. This shit is messing you up. I’ve been gone a long time. I shouldn’t even be a factor in this, you get me? What she did the other night was crazy. My girl gave her both barrels for turning up the way she did.”

Mal scoffed and shoved a hand into his leather jacket pocket and came out with the hard candy he always carried, offered some, then tossed one into his mouth. “You’re never gone in my house. She loves me, wants me, but she also wants you.”

As bombshells go, it wasn’t a massive one but Texas still felt the weight of it in his chest because it was his twin saying the words.

“She’s a spoiled bitch, Mal, who wants all the toys in the toy box, that’s it. Wake the fuck up.”

Over the years, Addison made subtle plays for him, even turning up at his loft the day he got kicked out of the club, when he was most vulnerable, it was as if she sensed that shit. She’d made a play for him then, but he’d told her the same as he always did, she was his brother’s wife.

When Mal’s blue eyes met his, they held something that put pain in his own belly. “You ever think about it?”

“About what?”

“Addison. If it had been different.”

“Why the fuck are we raking over old news?”

“It’s never old. Not when she fucking whispers your name while I’m inside her.”

Texas felt sick.

Addison really was a special kind of fucking viper.

He’d always seen it, but the allure of her, the temptation of her as a teen had overrode all sense of logic.

He saw it clearly now; he just wished his twin did too.

“That’s fucked up.”

“You didn’t answer. You thought about it? What she asked us before the wedding.”

The summer it all changed for the both of them, Texas and Mal were sixteen.

Texas saw Addison first, so he’d called dibs.

His twin acted nonchalantly, he had his own girlfriend at the time, Misty...someone.