Her hair is almost five inches shorter here, so this had to have been taken before she moved to Sterling Shore. Hell, she hasn’t lived there long at all.
Sick of the mysteries, I pull out my own phone and call the son of a bitch. I need answers.
“What’s up, gym douchebag?”
“Did you really just call me a gym douchebag?”
“It’s how I have you programmed in my phone.”
Rolling my eyes, I take a closer look at the picture.
“Got a question for you.”
“Good for you.”
“How do you know Bo Brendon?” I ask, deciding not to drag this out.
“Business. I bought stock in her fashion line years ago. We’ve been friends ever since. She’s awesome and nice. Why?”
“Have you fucked her?”
No idea why I’m suddenly getting all jealous and shit. I don’t care who Bora fucks. Well, I didn’t. Not until the past few days when she suddenly can’t seem to figure out if she wants me or hates me.
He laughs like I’ve asked something funny.
“Nah. Did fuck Bora, but Bo and I are just friends. Don’t you ever fucking bring that shit up to Tria, either. She knows, but I’d rather her not think about it.”
It takes a second to process what he says, but when I do, my blood runs cold in my veins.
“What?”
“I said not to bring it up to Tria. She’s actually about to do business with Pretty Posh. They’re expanding their makeup line, and they’re going to add Tria’s brand to the Pretty Posh collection. It’s a huge deal that will get Tria in more stores than she ever thought possible. The last thing I want her to focus on is that—”
“Shut the hell up and repeat the part about Bora.”
“Fuck, dude. What the hell? I fucked her. Like three or four years ago. So what?”
“But not Bo? I’m confused, that’s what.”
None of this is making sense, and yet it’s making perfect sense.
“Bo is a sweetheart, so no, I didn’t fuck her. All this happened long before Tria. I was hung up on Rain at the time and not looking for a serious hookup. Bora was just a fun time, and she uses men who allow her to. It was just a couple of times. What’s the fucking deal?”
“Bora and Bo… Are they twins?”
He laughs, and I start wondering if I’m going crazy.
“Of course they are. Identical, in case you haven’t noticed. Nothing about them is different. Like at all.”
Except for a motherfucking fairy tattoo, their lips, their expressions, their laughs, and everything about their personalities is completely different. I’m almost positive Bo is actually a little taller. Her head comes up just under my chin when she’s barefoot.
Kode’s laughter tapers off as my fist clenches at my side.
“What’s going on? Why are you asking about the Brendon twins? You mixing things up with one of them? If it’s Bo, you’d better be fucking nic—”
“Long story short, I was dating Bora, but somehow Bo landed on my doorstep, pretending to be Bora. How well do you actually know them, because I’m fairly fucking positive I’m being played.”
He’s silent, then I hear him move the phone as he laughs. It takes him a second to get back on the phone, and when he does, he’s still snickering.