“You’re seriously staring again? How about I make this easier on everyone. It’s time you two had a freaking conversation.”
My eyes widen just as Whit walks across the restaurant to Mika’s table. Mika’s eyes almost dislocate from their sockets when she sees Whit. The guy with her has the audacity to let his gaze drop to Whit’s body, running his eyes over her like he’s considering things he shouldn’t be considering. Mika really knows how to fucking pick them.
“Chase, dear, Aidan says they have room for us over here,” Whit says sweetly, sliding into the booth beside… Aidan? That’s fucking Aidan? Mika’s twin?
Time really changes people.
Then my eyes narrow on Whit. She’s sitting beside Aidan, which only leaves the seat beside Mika open. Mika looks like a deer in headlights, and my entire body is tense.
“Have a seat,” Aidan says wryly, glaring over at me like he wants to take a swing.
With a lot of reluctance, I walk over and lower myself to the spot beside Mika. Our arms brush each other’s, and she stiffens before noticeably shrinking farther into the booth and pulling away.
“Should be fun catching up with you and your girlfriend,” Aidan says under his breath.
Awkward silence follows that statement until the waitress asks for our drink orders.
“Water for me,” Whit chirps, acting like the tension at this table isn’t suffocating.
“Same,” Aidan tells her.
The second the waitress looks our way, I say, “Whiskey on the rocks,” at the same time Mika says, “Vodka martini.”
Whit lifts an eyebrow in my direction, but I ignore her. I don’t know what she’s trying to prove, but this isn’t funny. The waitress brings the two glasses of water and places them in front of Whit and Aidan. I wish she had my drink. I need it.
“So, Aidan, I know a lot about your girlfriend, but I don’t know anything about you. Mika hasn’t even mentioned you.”
My lips twitch when Aidan sputters his water and a disgusted expression crosses his fa
ce. Mika just stares at the table, but I only glance at her from the corner of my eye.
“Mika is my sister. My twin, to be exact. Not my fucking girlfriend. Thanks for ruining my appetite,” Aidan groans.
Whit’s smile falters, and a confused expression shifts her features. She thought I was jealous because he was her boyfriend. Until I realized he was Aidan, I was jealous. However, she doesn’t know that—and I’m not stupid enough to tell her. She probably thinks I recognized him.
Twelve years definitely changes someone. The last time I saw him, he was four inches shorter and had zero muscle mass. His hair was longer and always in his eyes.
Mika… Mika has definitely changed. She was scrawny and her hair was light and short. Now she’s curvy, her boobs are fucking huge, and her hair is dark and long. She looks like something my seventeen-year-old self would fuck my hand to.
Silently cursing my ever-hardening cock, I grit my teeth. Apparently it doesn’t matter if she’s skinny and tom-boyish, or curvy and feminine, my body can’t seem to act right around her.
And my head is still fucked up even after all these years.
Chapter 11
MIKA
The second the waitress sets our glasses down, we both guzzle the drinks. I drink until the martini is gone, and I set my empty glass down at the same time Chase does.
The waitress’s eyes are wide, and my brother’s mouth is hanging open, just as Whit parts her lips.
“You… want another?” the waitress asks.
“Yes,” Chase and I say in unison. His jaw tics like hearing my voice is nails on a chalkboard.
Way to play it cool, Mika.
Aidan glares at me, because I’m not supposed to have alcohol, but I still drink it on occasion. And I’m just fine.