The Twin Pact
“I could swear you look like Charlotte.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I hiss under my breath changing directions in a breath.
“They're identical twins, man,” Judy interjects, like the bartender is stupid.
But the man doesn't relent. He moves his head to the side regarding her, and his mouth presses into a thin line as if he disagrees.
“Your eyes. I don't think I'll ever forget—”
I reach them and slip my hand around Charlotte's waist. “Is there a problem, honey?” She stiffens at my touch, but my eyes are locked on the bartender, giving him a deadly stare. “Are you bothering my wife?”
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