Betty Harper held the soup spoon in front of her mouth, blowing on it, sending the steam billowing away from her, before swallowing. Aimee stuffed a forkful of salad into her mouth, wishing all the while she had a hamburger. Her mother offered to pick her up and take her to lunch since her car was in the shop, which worked out well since Aimee was in such a rush that morning she forgot to pack a lunch. She hated not having her car."How long before it's fixed?""The mechanic said it would be ready by tomorrow afternoon. Ginny is taking me home tonight and I'm sure I can get Karla to bring me back tomorrow. She has nothing else to do. I may need your help getting the car when it's ready, however, if you're available.""I can do that. You still coming for dinner tonight?""Sure. I'm always up for a pot roast, especially yours. I never could get the recipe right when I was at college."Betty laughed as she scooped up another spoonful of her corn chowder. "No one knows how to cook in colle
Aimee tossed her keys into a bowl on the kitchen counter, as she entered her condo. The day had been long and tedious, and she had to force her body to move when Ginny dropped her back off at the apartment. She was exhausted and just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. She wanted to call her mom and cancel dinner for that night, but Karla already stood in the middle of the room dressed in a robe, running a towel through her wet hair. She was going, so Aimee had to go. Being responsible sucked sometimes."You look beat," Karla said."It's been a strange day.""Well, get yourself freshened up. We're leaving in a half hour." Karla turned to walk back into her bedroom, and then paused and turned back around, towel dangling in her hand. "Did you hear about your car? Mitch never called me.""Actually, I did." And he wants me and not you. She could feel the smugness puffing up her cheeks. Someone actually chased her and not her sister. While it confused her earlier, it suddenly felt good. Men
Betty Harper placed the roast on the table and then took her seat. Aimee and Karla already sat, neither one really talking to each other. Aimee was lost in her own thoughts and figured Karla was stewing over the fact that Mitch asked Aimee out, instead of chasing her, or that she assumed Aimee betrayed her by not following rules they created in high school. She wouldn't be surprised if Karla called Mitch and chewed his ass out, while Aimee got dressed. What could he have possibly been thinking? Of course, he wouldn't have been the first male to have a fantasy about sleeping with the twins—separate or alone. Still, no one was never allowed to date both sisters, because the two of them agreed not to give them the chance. It didn't matter that none of the people Karla dated even appealed to Aimee. Nor did it matter that Aimee had moved away to college and had tried to start a life of her own somewhere else. Karla held onto rules they had made growing up, like old people in church held on
"How's the job search coming along?" Betty asked Karla, as the meal was winding down."Nothing, yet. I have an interview tomorrow, though. A friend is hooking me up as a possible bartender at Sand Dune.""That's something you haven't tried, yet. What's his name?" Aimee asked, as she shoved the last piece of garlic bread into her mouth."Excuse me?""The name of the man who got you the job."Karla glared at her, but Aimee just smiled. She knew it was a male friend and Aimee used the word friend very loosely. Fuck buddy would be the proper term. That's how Karla got all her jobs, through friends or friends of friends, or it was promised to her while she was performing a private interview. Aimee was sure it was the same with the bartender job."Well, I wish you luck with it," Betty said. "Sounds like it might be fun. A lot safer than delivering pizzas, that's for sure. You just never know when someone will pull a gun on you when you go up to a door. It's a dangerous world out there. Anyon
She kept squeezing the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as tension tightened her body. She forced herself to drive slow as her anger blinded her to how hard she pressed the accelerator. The entire night Karla had been annoyed and her sister's barbs tossed her way only added fuel to her anger. She didn't know where Aimee came off with her high and mightiness, but it grated on her nerves. Life was not black and white as Aimee believed. You did what you had to do to get ahead. It was called survival. There was nothing wrong with someone helping you out with a job. That's what friends were for, to help you out when you needed it. It happened all the time. Karla didn't need her sister's judgmental attitude about it.And then there was Mitch Greenway. She was never turned down by a man before because he preferred her sister. Men wanted what Karla offered. Mainly because Aimee never offered anything. Karla thought about texting Mitch to find out what his angle was, but instead, deci
Karla's breath caught, and she forced herself to let it out as his closeness gripped her, sending a moist heat straight to her sex and a tightening to her nipples. Remember, you're in control here, girl. She glanced up into his dark eyes, her breathing ragged gulps. He just smiled down at her, his grin challenging, daring her to deny his statements. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say as his eyes penetrated her the way she suddenly wanted his cock to be doing. Did he want her to deny it? To play hard to get? She found herself being caught in her own game, and she didn't know what to do. Most men cowered at her forward behavior. Mitch Greenway, however, was stepping right into it.The left corner of his mouth curled up into a grin as he soaked in her eyes. He reached out to her, his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her off the car and pressing her body to his. She could feel his hardness through their clothes as it pushed against her, as he forced it against her, allowing
It felt good to be driving her car again without having to balance the pedals to keep it running. Mitch came through as promised. He also asked her out again, just as he said he would. She wasn't sure if he charged her as they agreed, but it still seemed fair enough. It took away her Decades of Rock concert money, but it was worth it to be able to drive without the guilt of Karla's payment plan. When he asked her out, Aimee reluctantly agreed. She was still upset at the display she witnessed from her balcony. Yet, she wasn't ready to surrender her fantasies of Clint just yet. It was only dinner, after all. She was sure she could keep it all platonic. Besides, she deserved to be taken out, even if only because she hadn't been on a date in a while.She tried to forgive her sister for her behavior at their mother's last night, but Karla was distant and quiet. It was worse when she returned home from wherever she vanished to after dropping Aimee off. When Aimee told her about going out wit
They were halfway through their meal when the evening took a downward turn."Hey guys. Fancy meeting the two of you here."Aimee glanced up and saw Karla standing beside their table, her arm wrapped around Brad's as he stood there looking suddenly awkward. "Brad." Mitch set his fork and knife down and sat back in his chair. Aimee noticed that he avoided mentioning Karla's name."You knew we were coming here," Aimee said. "I told you this afternoon.""Did you?" Karla cocked her head to the side, pretending an attempt at remembering the conversation. Finally, she shrugged acting all innocent. "I honestly don't remember."There's not an honest bone in your body. Aimee gritted her teeth. "So, why are you here?"Brad reached out and shook Mitch's hand. "She called and asked to take me out for dinner. Never refuse a pretty lady and a free meal."Mitch laughed, ignoring the glares Aimee and Karla were giving each other. "I don't blame you.""So, what's good to eat here?" Karla sat down and pi