Page 7 of One Quick Obsession

“Why are you calling? I thought you were enjoying yourself in the group chat.”

Flynn’s brows rose as he adjusted his tie. He was the vice president of Cage Enterprises and looked the part. We were exact opposites in most ways, but I didn’t mind. Just the idea of wearing a suit gave me hives. “Ah. I’m surprised you’re reading any part of the group chat.”

“You just hate the fact that I turned off the read status on my phone so you can never tell.”

“That is true.” Flynn ran his hands over his hair. It was getting longer than usual and nearly matched mine. When I cut mine next, Flynn would probably do the same. Only we wouldn’t tell each other about it first and it would just happen. Sometimes the twin thing really was a twin thing. “And I don’t know why I’m calling…my heart raced earlier when I was in the shower.”

I snorted. “Is there something you want me to know? Wait, don’t tell me what you were doing in the shower.”

Flynn rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up. But really, I don’t know, I just felt like I needed to call you. A twin intuition thing.”

I sighed and brought my phone and brother into the kitchen so I could get a cup of coffee. The house was far too quiet and reminded me that I kept putting off getting a dog. There wasn’t a storm raging outside, and the heat wasn’t currently running, so the silence seemed amplified. Considering it was spring, most places didn’t need their heat on, yet we were in the mountains. The weather was going to oscillate wildly for the next month or so—even into June.

“I had a nightmare,” I finally answered as I pulled out my mug, the coffee brewing.

“Are you okay? Wait. That’s a stupid question. Of course you aren’t okay.” Flynn’s tone left little to the imagination when it came to his annoyance at my lack of communication.

I knew he wanted me to open up, but what was there to tell him? People I cared about were dead and there was nothing I could do about it. The one time I’d thought I’d make amends, someone had already taken care of it for me. “I’m fine, Flynn. Just a normal nightmare.” That had ended with Scarlett’s face. That wasn’t quite so normal.

While the coffee brewed, I leaned against my counter, looking at Flynn on my phone that I had set on the kitchen island, resting against a fruit bowl that Isabella had brought over that currently held apples for some reason.

Flynn studied me for a moment before giving me a slight nod. “That’s good. I don’t really like this whole twin thing sometimes.”

“You say that, and yet you’re the one who mentions it most often.”

“You need a dog,” Flynn blurted.

My eyes widened. “What?”

“Your house. It’s so quiet. You need a dog.”

I sighed. “I was just thinking my house was too quiet. Damn you. But I don’t know if I really want a dog.”

“Or a cat. Maybe a goat.” Flynn snapped his fingers. “Get a goat!”

I couldn’t help the groan that escaped. “I’m not getting a goat. Because then Harper and everyone else is going to want to dress that goat in pajamas so it won’t get cold.”

“Please for the love of God get a goat in pajamas. I’m asking one thing of you.” Flynn held up his hands, and I couldn’t help but laugh. My chest shook, and Flynn grinned, his shoulders releasing some of that tension.

My brother had made me laugh. He had done exactly what he had been going for.

Flynn looked down at his watch, wincing. “Anyway, I’ll see you at dinner tonight?”

“Yes. Since it’s in Cage Lake, I’m going. Isabella would probably drag me up the mountain if I didn’t.”

“Oh, good. I worry about things like that.”

I shook my head, pouring my coffee. “You’ll be there?”

Flynn nodded. “Aston won’t, which I know is killing him.”

“He loves organizing all of us.”

“Isabella takes over for him when he can’t.” Flynn grabbed his keys, taking me and the phone to his garage.

“Get to work, brother. I’ll see you tonight.”

“And don’t forget to smile.” Flynn winked and hung up before he could see my middle finger.