Page 29 of Good Time Boyfriend
They had a small litter box, as well as some food and water inside, and it was a rather big box. They seemed happy.
“What are you going to do with them?” I asked as Luca studied me.
“Are you in the mood for a kitten?”
I winced and shook my head. “No, sadly. You know I’m allergic.”
Luca cursed under his breath as August came into the room with both of Greer’s men.
“Shit, I forgot.”
“We may be twins, but my allergies are notorious.”
“You shouldn’t even be touching the kittens then,” Greer said, pushing me out of the way.
“I’m just slightly allergic. It doesn’t close my throat or anything. I already take allergy meds for the pollen and everything outside. I’ll go wash my hands and everything will be fine. Promise.”
“Still, you come over here and I have a cat here and you don’t say anything. How did I not know this?” Sadness edged over her features and I wanted to kick something.
“Damn our parents, just… Just damn them to hell.”
“It’s okay. Luca forgot too.”
“Because I’m an idiot. Sorry. You sure you’re going to be all right with a box of fluff balls and dander?”
“I’ll be fine. I promise. If it gets too bad, I’ll go stand out on the balcony. You guys have a great view.” I nodded at both Ford and Noah. “Good to see you two.”
“Good to see you. You need a beer?”
I shook my head. “No. I have paperwork to go over tonight. You got any water?”
“Sparkling or flat?”
“Sparkling sounds good. I can pretend it’s a soda.”
“Oh, so you’re stopping soda too?” August asked as he tilted his beer at me.
“Trying. Do you know how hard it is to work at a bar that serves greasy food alongside healthy food? All I want to do all day is snack on wings and drink soda, then end it all with a beer. Kind of hard to stay healthy with that.”
“Well, at least you go to the gym and work out. I’m going to have to keep up with you. You know, just so we can stay identical.”
August grinned at me, and I shook my head.
“True, but you’re going to have to add a few scars.”
I said it offhandedly, because we were joking, but something crossed August’s face, and I wanted to take it back.
While August had a few scars on his knees from falling when we were little, I still had the scars from my port and surgery. Scars August didn’t have because he hadn’t had cancer.
I didn’t know why I’d even brought it up. Because August was always twitchy when it came to that. I knew he had some form of guilt, this twin thing that didn’t make any sense.
But it wasn’t like we ever brought it up. Why would I want to bring up the fact that I had been sick as a kid? But August hadn’t been sick and I knew that sometimes it was something between us. Though never on my part.
I never felt anger that my twin was never sick. Why would I want to inflict that on another kid? On someone who had my face. Who held part of me. That never made sense to me, but August always was a little weird about it.
Thankfully Greer stepped in and changed the subject.
“Okay, today we are doing cheese plates to start with.”
