I recant that statement as soon as I open the door and stare at a very familiar face. One that I never, ever thought I’d see at my apartment, but I’m damn good with faces, so I know it’s him.
“Ready, babe?” he asks me, letting his eyes rake down my body.
A cold shock of sickness unfurls almost explosively when realization sets in. No…
“Bora?” he prompts, leering at me.
I choke on the vomit that tries to rise as I take a step back.
“Dixon,” I whisper in disbelief.
No. No. No. No. No. Not possible. This is a bad dream and I need to wake up.
“You know I prefer Dick,” he tells me. Dick is a much more appropriate name than Dixon.
The irony is too weighed down by the impossibility of this, so the snarky remark on my tongue dies and goes to the land of wasted responses that were never spoken.
“Hey,” Bora says, walking up.
Dixon’s eyes widen, and he looks between the two of us, stunned. Apparently Bora hasn’t told him she has a twin, and Dixon… Dixon doesn’t know I just spent three weeks with his wife if he doesn’t know Bora has a twin.
“Bora,” I start, but she waves me off.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Bora!” I yell, but she slams my door, and I stagger backwards, trying to process this hell as reality.
My hand shakes as I pull up my phone, but I know there’s no way in hell I can see Jax tonight. Bora is about to need me to be a sister, and I have to call Viv.
I really freaking dread that call.
With shaky fingers, I open my door, and start texting Jax as I rush to the elevator. Of course they’re already gone, since I took too long to snap out of my trance.
ME: Can we reschedule for tomorrow?
This is not a conversation to have via phone. I really don’t even want to have this conversation with him, because I don’t want to witness him murder Dixon when I tell him what kind of sleaze-ball he is.
Besides, Viv deserves to be told before anyone, but I’m going to tell her at the same time I tell Bora.
My cell dings just as the elevator opens, and I leap inside, stabbing the “L” button over and over until it finally starts to descend.
JAX: Was the tampon bouquet too soon? Sorry. It was supposed to be a joke.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
It has nothing to do with anything you’ve done. It’s about my sister fucking your brother-in-law, while your sister is secretly missing him and not telling your family she’s having marital problems.
Definitely not a text message conversation.
ME: The tampon bouquet has been the highlight of my day. Bora just needs me tonight. I’ll explain tomorrow.
As soon as the elevator door opens, I’m running out, which is a bad idea in heels. It looks more like I’m a baby deer on ice than a runner. But I manage to make it outside in time to see them still in front of my building, too busy being in a lip-lock to be in a hurry.
It’s sooo tempting to yell and call him a lying, cheating, son of a bitch.
“Bora!”
She whips around to see me. She smiles, until she sees the look in my eyes.