All Chapters of The Harper Twins: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mitch left work in desperate need of a shower and still having four hours of work left on the transmission that would help him pay his rent that month. All day long, he fought the urge to reach out to Karla, asking her again to join him for dinner. It would only play into her way of thinking, make her feel like she had the upper hand in their relationship, if what they had could be called a relationship. She needed to come to him if what he hoped for was ever going to come to pass. She needed to realize not all relationships were the same. As he turned on the shower, allowing the water to heat up, Sandy's words echoed in his head again. Karla Harper doesn't do relationships. She does men. But why? What happened to her that caused her to be so frigid when it came to matters of the heart while being so hot between the sheets? That was what he wanted to discover, what drove him crazy not knowing. He stepped into the shower spray, the hot water pelting his flesh. Not for the first time h

Friday nights at Sand Dune were loud, chaotic, and busy as hell, just the way Karla preferred it. It kept things interesting and moving right along to quitting time. It was also the best night for tips, so she always wore her lowest cut top and tightest blue jean shorts, the ones that revealed just a hint of her ass cheeks. Whether she leaned over the bar talking to someone or bent behind the counter for a glass, she always gave a tease of what there was a chance of later. The sad part, she thought, was that she had not allowed anyone to plunder her treasures, since Brad the other night, thanks to Mitch Greenway getting into her head, except for Mitch Greenway, that is. She acted like it mattered whether he would be upset or not and that was always a rocky path that never ended well for anyone, especially the men who fell in love with her. Relationships were for other people, not her. That was a lesson she learned as far back as high school.She laid in her bed staring at the ceiling.

Karla sprawled out on the blanket, the morning sun warming her body as the rays kissed her flesh, the sound of the breaking waves a soothing melody behind her, almost lulling her to sleep. That is, until the high-pitched screams of Abigail Asher mixed with the sound of the waves as she played with her father, Clint, in the Atlantic. Karla had to admit, she grew quite fond of the little girl over the past couple of weeks. While she couldn't see herself ever getting involved with someone who already had children, it seemed like the perfect thing for her sister. Aimee was always the one itching to start a family, whereas Karla only saw it as something to hold her back from enjoying life on her own terms. It wasn't that she didn't necessarily desire children of her own; she just didn't want the husband who usually came along with them. She knew the scene that would unfold. She'd get married, have a child, and then her husband and she would begin bickering about her behavior or his attempts

Karla wiped down the bar, preparing for the next wave of drunks to come spill their drinks all over it again. She loved the money the weekend crowd brought in, but hated putting up with the drunks. It was one of the reasons Paul hired Heath, the bouncer who worked the door five nights a week. His thick arms and broad chest were deterrent enough for anyone wanting to stir up trouble, but they were also a distraction, and not just for Karla. Several of the female patrons huddled around Heath every night, almost to the point of distracting him from his real reason for being there. Still, it didn't stop some jackass from trying to steal the attention of the infatuated women by getting himself drunk and attempting to show off for anyone desperate enough to watch. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad. It also didn't help her mood that her skin was just a little on the burnt side from being at the beach all morning with her sister and Aimee's ready-made family. She knew she shouldn't begrudg

Karla stretched under the covers, her muscles screaming against the motion, wanting to remain asleep. She stared up at the ceiling. She couldn't believe what she did. Charlie would be even more of a pest now than before. It was her fault. She knew it. She allowed her frustration at Mitch to force her into making a stupid decision. Paul would have been the wiser choice, but he had already walked off. It was just Charlie's luck that he sat there being nosy. Damn him.Forcing herself out of bed, she stumbled to her dresser to see how bad the night was. Her hair was mussed and her eyes bloodshot, but nothing seemed as damaged as her pride. At least her walk of shame wasn't in front of her sister. Aimee didn't need to know about her asinine decision. Running a brush through her hair, she decided coffee was definitely in order. She slipped on an old T-shirt, skipping bottoms, and headed for the kitchen. If she was lucky, Aimee would already be up and have the coffee made. Stepping into the