Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Max answers before I have a chance to take all of that in. “We can’t stay long. Callie’s had a long day, and is just stopping over for a few minutes.”
“Okay, well, I hope to see you again, Callie. Oh, and Max—it is Max, right?” Max nods, and I wonder how many of those brownies Ms. Collins has eaten this evening. “Thank you for replacing those lightbulbs on the deck. I appreciate it.”
“Of course, Ms. Collins. Let us know if there’s anything else we can do.”
“Such nice boys.” The woman gives us both a friendly wave as we go back out the way we came, and down the steps.
“She seems interesting,” I whisper, as we ascend the steps to the adjoining unit.
Sandwich in one hand, Max pulls a key from his pocket. “She’s great. We were lucky to find her.” Before he opens the door, he turns to me. “Would you like to text someone to tell them where you are?”
I’m tempted to say no, because despite our short time together, I feel like I can trust Max. But I’ve been wrong about men before. “I guess I should, just in case sweet Ms. Collins is in on your abduction plot.”
“Smart,” Max says. He gives me the street address and I send a brief message to Marissa, telling her I’m with someone I met at the sandwich shop. If I let on that it’s the guy from yoga, my phone will light up with a string of questions.
Her response comes quickly. “Ooh, Surfline Drive. Fancy. Nice to see you getting out. Text me when you leave, or if you decide to stay the night
She’s right. Max’s rental is in one of the best parts of town, and it’s right on the ocean. He must do well in his software work.
“All set?” he asks, when I tuck my phone back into my pocket.
I nod, prepared to meet Max’s brother, and to find out what he wants to show me. I’m not prepared to find a carbon copy of Max sitting at the dining room table, and by the way he’s looking at me, I get the idea he already knows who I am.
“Callie, this is Miles. He’s the inflexible twin, who apparently can’t get through a yoga class without checking his messages.”
Miles. The cold side of Mr. Hot & Cold. “Nice to…meet you?” I manage.
Max’s brother, whose hands are poised above the keyboard of a laptop, gives me a nod with none of the winning charm of his twin. He’s not exactly rude, but he’s in the neighborhood.
“Miles has been attending your yoga classes, and I’ve been coming into the sandwich shop.”
I nod, still taking it in, though it makes perfect sense. It explains a lot. Several images cycle through my mind, different encounters with each of these men. It’s so obvious now. I feel like I should have known this sooner.
Earlier this evening, in the restaurant, I teased Max about his supposed inability to dance, but that assumption was based on how stiff Miles looked in yoga class. Now, my rogue mind is left wondering how flexible Max might be.
“Is Miles the reason you brought me here?” Max nods. “It’s cool that you have a twin, but I have a sibling too; she just isn’t identical. Why didn’t you just tell me about Miles while we were out?”
I’m acting like this is no big deal, and it’s really not, but tell that to my fluttery hormones, who keep noticing how attractive both men are, and how the intensity of their good looks is now multiplied.
An image of how Ana’s going to react to this news also comes to mind, and inwardly, I groan. If my hormones are acting up, it’s nothing compared to what she’s going to say. I hope Marissa doesn’t share this address with her, because I can easily imagine Ana showing up on the doorstep here after she finds out there’s a Mr. Hot and a Mr. Cold.
And technically, they’re both hot.
Max pulls a chair out for me at the dining table as Miles closes his laptop. Without meaning to, I study Miles, searching for subtle differences in the men’s appearances. Their resting facial expressions are obviously different, but I also notice a couple of other small things.
Miles’s face is ever so slightly leaner than his brother’s, probably due to the workout it gets from frowning all the time. Max has a faint birthmark near his collar that I don’t find on Miles. They’re both so good looking and—shit, I need to stop looking at them so closely.
Max takes a seat across from me. “As I mentioned, Miles and I are new in town, and I’d hate to leave him alone while I go off to a nice resort for several days.”
I frown at this, because why did Max volunteer to be my date if he didn’t want to leave his brother?