She walks over to me, and the strings dangle, taunting me, begging to be pulled loose. The top is black and it barely covers her breasts—breasts that look far more impressive than normal. And her ass… Yeah… I can’t even see it, but I know how good it will look in that bikini. Those red bikini bottoms… I swear they were made for her.
A diamond dangles from her navel piercing, keeping my eyes fixed low. But my eyes narrow on one thing that has never been on her body before.
“Is that a tattoo?” I ask, confused.
Her footsteps freeze, and I swear she turns to stone as her eyes widen in a little fear. My eyes stay trained on the tattoo that’s creeping up just above her pubic bone, barely peeking out of the top of her bikini.
Is that…What is that?
She doesn’t budge when I come to her, and she gasps a little when I pick her up at the waist and sit her down on the counter to better examine it. When I start to pull down her bottoms, she grabs my hand.
“Jax,” she hisses, and my eyes move over to see my sister raising an eyebrow at me. My mother is still staring longingly at the door Vince has long since disappeared out of, so she doesn’t notice.
“What is it?” I ask, still trying to make it out. Is that a wing?
“It’s a fairy. Can we talk about this later?”
Fierce blush is lighting up her face, and she’s squirming awkwardly.
A fucking fairy? “When did you get a tattoo? This looks old, but I know damn well it hasn’t been on there long, because it wasn’t on there last week.”
She flinches like I’ve said something wrong. She doesn’t seem to like my hands on her. Hot and cold. That’s how she’s been running since we left Sterling Shore, and now there’s a tattoo?
My lips purse, but she doesn’t make eye contact with me. A thought crosses my mind, but I push it away. The only explanations would be a body snatcher, a clone, or… a twin. But no. She’s never mentioned a twin, and there aren’t any pictures of one either.
Still sticking to body snatchers.
“Are we going swimming?” Viv asks when the silence stretches on and on.
“Yeah,” I say, clearing my throat.
Shy, sweet, blushing… Call me Bo. My head feels like a mountain of conspiracy theories right now. Skin deep. She wanted to talk. She has masterfully avoided all sexy situations… Bora and Bo are two different people, but… Fuck me. I really do sound like a conspiracy theorist.
I grab my coffee as Bo hops off the counter, and I take a long swig, watching her with a studious eye as she walks over to grab a towel from a chair.
Her walk is also different… Not as catwalk as it was. It’s more understated sexy—like the bedroom. My mind starts dissecting other little differences, adding too many more equations to solve.
My mother’s gasp draws my attention away, and for the second time this morning, I spray my coffee everywhere. Another glass shatters to the floor when Viv sees the disaster in front of us.
“Let’s go for that swim,” my dad chirps… wearing a motherfucking blue speedo.
He struts out like Vince did, and my mother’s face turns twelve new shades of red as she looks at us with horrified eyes.
“Congratulations, Mom,” Viv says around a snicker. “You’ve turned Dad into a jealous monster.”
Chapter 14
BO
Jaxon Marshall Sr. is in a speedo and talking to my dad who is also in a speedo… Pretty sure
this is a bad start to a cheesy porno. Ugh. I really should have removed all the speedos in this house. No idea where Mr. Marshall got his, but I’m sure it was in one of the dressers supplied by the room he’s in.
My dad is a speedo whore.
Jax is standing with them, laughing with them, and being a little different since the tattoo incident.
I can’t believe I forgot about that damn tattoo. I might as well have advertised the fact I’m not Bora. Me telling him in a mumble that it was fairly new but looked old on our way out here was a pathetic lie if I’ve ever heard one.