Another side of Her

London "I need you." Three words. Eight letters. Three little words that when uttered by the right person, had the power to drag me across the planet. The right person in this case was my twin sister Cathleen. We had been close once upon a time. Those words had been tossed out at any slight inconvenience. Back then when we were still a unit. I hadn't heard those words from her in years. And why would I? What would successful, beautiful, straight-laced, independent, has-her-shit-together Cathleen Albright ever need me for? "I'm not sure this is a good idea." I sighed into the phone after listening to my sister explain how she had had to make an emergency business trip but also had to be present for an important dinner with some friends. "We haven't done a twin switch in years. Nobody will believe it." I heard her clacking away on her laptop. "We're spitting images of each other. Identical twins. You do remember that, right?" I bit back my retort. I didn't want to fight wit

SinclairSomething was wrong.I didn't know exactly what it was but I just knew something was really, really wrong. The feeling had started as soon as Cathleen had said yes to marrying me. I had thought that maybe it was just nerves about taking this big step, but no that wasn't it. I had to wonder if I was making a mistake. Was it too soon? We had been together for over a year and this was the next logical step. Cathleen had never talked about starting a family and maybe that was something I should have brought up before proposing, but I wasn't even sure I wanted to start a family. I didn't know what kind of father I'd make. Mine had been an asshole. I didn't have any blue print on what a good father was supposed to look like. Cathleen and I were perfect in every way. We just seemed to slide together like well lubricated wheels in a machine. She understood me and I got her too. We were both busy and driven people and never made demands on each other's times. It had worked perfectly

She was already in bed, sheets pulled up to her chin when I walked back into the room. The single bedside lamp at my side of the bed bathed the room in muted golden light. Cathleen's big eyes stared up at me from the bed, wide and curious. I hid my grin. She didn't realize how cute she was and I was sure she'd stab me in the throat if I ever said it. I slipped under the covers beside her, ignoring how she tensed as soon as I was situated beside her. I had no plans of mauling her, not now at least and not without her permission, so she had nothing to be afraid of. She was skittish as hell and I didn't know why. I turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. I heard her suck in a breath. "So, uh, goodnight." She whispered. In o

London. It was past noon by the time we set off from the parking lot. Sin's riding was still a little sloppy, but he looked so proud of himself that I couldn't help but tell him how good he was. Who was I to dash the man's self pride? The map we had been given by the guide had clearly indicated lines showing us trails that were easy and safe to navigate. I was glad to discover that the trails were a little discreet and off road. I didn't want to risk Sin on a road with drivers. We encountered a few other riders on our path but for the most part, it was just us. The trail circled back to the back entrance of the resort, but we decided to go a little off plan and ride up a little hill. "I'm not sure it's a good idea to ride up though. Maybe we should just walk and drag our bikes up." I looked over at Sin's unsteady balance on his. I expected argument but he just nodded and climbed off. I was starting to feel hot and sweaty and just wanted to sit down and cool off. Hopefully there w

SinclairLucas was the one who believed in the supernatural. I was a numbers guy. I didn't believe in luck or magic or the spiritual. There was nothing like a freaky Friday. It was the stuff of movies and scary stories. If there was no scientific explanation for it, it was a myth. As simple as that. But I had to admit that this vacation was feeling more like a fever dream than reality. I was seriously doubting my own beliefs at the moment. Believing that Cathleen had switched bodies with someone else was the only thing that could explain her recent behavior. She had changed in every single aspect. It was hard to believe that it was still her. Because the only other possiblity was that I didn't know this woman at all, and that was a much sadder reality. I had had low expectations for this vacation, but as time went by, it was starting to feel