Mackenzie keeps prying. “If she hadn’t thrown up, would you have done anything? Kissed? Brought her back here?”
“Maybe. Probably.” When I feel her body stiffen beside me, I thread my fingers through her long hair. Other guys might have held back, but I’m not other guys. She asked. I answered. “You wanted to know.”
“Yeah, I did. And I’m the one who threw her at you. I guess I’m not allowed to be jealous.” Mac growls softly. “But I fucking am.”
“Welcome to the club,” I growl back. “The thought of anyone but me putting their hands on you makes me homicidal.”
She laughs. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a bit intense?”
I shrug. “Got a problem with that?”
“Not at all.”
I twist a chunk of her hair around my finger. “You know,” I say pensively, “as pissed as I was at you that night, I’d forgotten how fun it is to be Evan. It’d been ages since we pulled a twin switch.”
She tilts her head curiously. “You two would switch places a lot?”
“All the time. He used to take all my geography tests for me in high school—swear to God, that kid has a weirdly good memory when it comes to state capitals. Sometimes we’d break up with each other’s girlfriends.”
Mackenzie gasps. “That’s awful.”
“Not our finest moments,” I agree. “We also switched places to mess with our friends, although most of them can tell us apart, even when we make ourselves identical from head to toe. But yeah, sometimes it’s nice to take a break from myself and be Evan. Live life with zero regard for consequences. Do what you want, screw who you want, no regrets.”
“I don’t know … I like you just fine.” Her palm slowly trails down my bare chest. “More than fine, actually.”
“Wait. I want to make you breakfast,” I say, stopping her when her hand reaches into my boxers.
“Can’t we do this first?” Mac looks up and licks her lips.
Goddamn. Yes, princess, by all means I’d love to see how you look with my cock in your mouth, but I’m trying out this new being-a-gentleman thing, if you’ll let me.
Like I said, my head’s wrecked.
“You start that,” I warn, “and we aren’t leaving this bed.”
“I don’t mind.”
Groaning, I push her off me and slide out of bed. “Tempting. And trust me, I’d absolutely smash that, but Evan and I are getting a delivery today for the house renovations. We’ve gotta get an early start.”
Mac pouts, my T-shirt hanging off one tanned shoulder. Her bare legs are begging me to come back to bed. Fucking death of me, right there.
“Fine. I guess breakfast will do. Got any scones?”
“Fuck off,” I laugh, heading to the bathroom.
After I grab a spare toothbrush from the cabinet, Mac tears open the packaging. We brush our teeth side by side, but draw the line there. She shoos me out so she can pee, and I go and answer a text from Billy West about today’s lumber order. I’m still texting when Mac wanders out of my room toward the kitchen.
By the time I’m done, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee is wafting through the house.
“Sure, honey, help yourself,” I hear Evan drawl.
I round the corner to see Mac standing by the coffeemaker with a mug in her hand.
“I thought I’d get a pot going for whoever wants some,” she says, noting as I do the sarcasm in his voice. “I hope that’s alright.”
“Of course it is,” I say pointedly at Evan. Because I don’t get his sudden attitude. “Have a seat. I’m gonna get some eggs going. You want bacon?”
“Shall I have the maid fetch the good china, or would her majesty prefer to be hand fed?” Evan inquires, grabbing a box of cereal.
“Hey.” I shove him as he tries blocking me from the fridge. Fucking child. “Give it a rest, man.”
Mac is visibly uncomfortable. “Yeah, you know, I’ve actually got to get back to the dorm, so I’m going to head out.”
“Come on, stay,” I urge. “I’ll drive you back after breakfast.”
But it’s too late. Whatever bug’s crawled up Evan’s ass this morning, he’s already scared her off. Mac can’t get away from us fast enough, hurrying off to my bedroom, where she calls a cab while changing back into her dress from last night.
“I’m sorry about him,” I tell her, catching her around the waist before she walks out the front door. “He’s not much of a morning person.”