Page 109 of Doughn't Let Me Go

“You say that like it’s worse to hear about his sex life just because you’re twins.”

“It is worse,” Wren argues. “You wouldn’t get it, though. It’s a—”

“Twin thing,” Drew finishes, speaking like she’s heard that a million times before, and she probably has. “Whatever. I’m just sayin’ I know a sneak-around when I see it. And”—she points a finger at me and then down the beach at Porter—“you two are sneaking around.”

My cheeks heat up and I try ducking my head.

Which, in retrospect, is really stupid, because I’ve practically just admitted my guilt.

“Ha! I knew it!” she shouts victoriously.

Wren shrugs. “I’ve known longer.”

Drew turns to her, jaw slack. “No you haven’t.”

Another shrug from Wren. “I have too. Foster told me.”

“Son of a…” I mutter. “That asshole.”

Wren barks out a laugh and Drew looks between us, confused.

“Are either of you going to elaborate?”

I groan, and Wren waves a hand my way as if to sayTake it away.

I chug the rest of my water and scrub my hands over my legs, trying to rub away the sudden nerves I’m feeling.

Apparently they both already know—or they think they do—and are comfortable with the idea, but telling them makes it real.

“You don’thaveto tell us, you know,” Drew says quietly.

“I know, but I’d rather you hear the truth than draw conclusions like I’m sleeping with him because of the benefits of the job or something.”

They both give me an equally disgusted look.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just insult us both like that,” Wren says. “Because we wouldneverthink that.”

“I loathe admitting when she’s right, but what she said.”

Wren smacks away Drew’s outstretched finger and it turns into a slapping match.

“It was a one-night stand.”

The girls stop at my sudden admission, both now staring at me with rapt attention.

I don’t look at them, just out at the ocean. Maybe if I can’t see their eyes, I won’t see their judgment.

“We met at Slice, of all places.”

“Of all the pizza places in all the land,” Drew says wistfully.

“What the fuck does my dad put in that sauce?” Wren comments.

I laugh and continue. “I was there to get something cheap to eat and try to relax for a change. Then I saw him. He looked so ridiculously out of place in his fancy suit.”

“God does that man know how to wear a suit.”

“Wren!”

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