Page 50 of Unhinged Magic
“I think it could work,” I said without a second thought.
Scar’s head dipped to one side, scrutinizing me. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” she said lowly.
I kept my poker face. I had not meant to say that out loud.
My mouth moved, but I couldn’t bring myself to form words, frightened to say the wrong thing again.
Her suspicious tone dragged out my name slowly. “Skye…”
Fucking hell.
“You can’t tell anyone. Not even Reid,” I blurted out.
Her forehead crumpled. “Why would I tell Reid?”
“Oh, come on, I’m not blind. I see the way you look at him.”
Scar pointed a finger in my direction. “He’s a friend. Nothing more.”
I held back a smile. “Whatever you say. But you can’t tell him.”
She looked pointedly at me. “I won’t tellanyone. This stays between us. Why all the secrecy, though?”
Here goes nothing.
“This ghost that’s been visiting me is Wesley’s twin.”
“Wesley’s brother?” She blinked.
I nodded slowly, rubbing over the smooth surface of my thumb ring. “And he’s not the only one who thinks I’m his mate…”
Scar’s brows fused together, confusion pursed on her face until her pupils blew out. “You can’t be serious.”
I wouldn’t put the words in her mouth. I couldn’t.
“Wesley?” she exclaimed, her shoulders dropping in disbelief.
I nodded.
“Holy shit! When did this happen? Tell meeverything!”
I filled her in on the basics.
“Oh. My...” She refilled our shot glasses, pushing one in my direction. “Does Tyler know?”
I raised mine in the air, clinking it to hers, downing them simultaneously. “No,” I croaked, wiping the residue off my lips. “We need to fix this, then we’ll tell Tyler.”
Scar stared at me, openmouthed. “I don’t believe it,” she said finally. “As in, childhood friend, hot as hell, ladies' man Wes?”
I cringed. “Yup. But there’s another side to him, Scar. He’s caring and sweet.”
Her voice lowered again. “And great in the sack?”
I couldn’t help it. I giggled like a freaking schoolgirl talking about her first crush.
Scar slapped a hand on the counter. “I knew it! A guy like himhasto be a freak in the sheets.”
“No,” I corrected. “I mean, we haven’t done that yet. Gods, I amnottalking about this!” I slammed my hands over my face with embarrassment at the mention of my sex life, or lack thereof.
