Page 33 of My Sweetest Agony
Her brows rise incredulously. “I’m serious.”
“So am I.” I shake my head. “There’s no such thing as twin telepathy.”
“That’s not what I’ve been reading.”
I release an annoyed sigh. “Why have you been reading up on twin telepathy?”
She raises a shoulder and lets it fall nonchalantly, but I don’t miss the slight curve of her lips. “Call me curious.”
“Does your curiosity have anything to do with Cam showing back up here?”
“Hmm.” She shrugs again. “Maybe.”
“Don’t, Marlo.”
Her mouth falls open. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t involve yourself in anything having to do with me and him.”
“Is there a ‘you and him?’”
Fuck.
I squeeze my eyes closed and shake my head. “Jesus, that’s not what I meant.”
Marlo snorts. “Because if there was, that could get a little complicated.”
I growl low at her to shut her up, but when I open my eyes again, she’s just smirking at me.
She starts flipping through the photos, glancing at the back of each one to read the notes written on Post-its, humor playing on her lips. “He certainly has a way with words, doesn’t he?”
I can’t help my answering grin. “He does.”
It’s been one of the best parts about the notes he’s left me this week—the way even his short explanations of each photograph or keepsake so easily convey the emotions connected to it. As if I can see him sitting right next to me, telling me the story the same way he did the Rising Star Award.
And it makes it feel like Drew is there, too, enjoying reminiscing with his other half.
She clears her throat, examining one particular story on the back of a photo of one of the young boys—who I learned was Drew—sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, looking pissed. “Ahem. The time Drew locked me in the basement for so long that I pissed my pants and my mom grounded him for a week, yet he was the one mad.”
Her laughter fills the air as she examines the photo again. “Do you really think Drew did that to him?”
I shake my head. “I’m not sure. You know—” I clear my throat—“knew Drew. I never saw him lose his temper or be mean to anyone, so it does sound a little out of character. But they’re brothers and couldn’t have been more than maybe eight when that photo was taken. It wouldn’t surprise me if there were some pranks that went too far when tempers flared.”
“But I thought they had a good relationship prior to whatever happened.”
I return to work as she keeps flipping through the pictures. “They did, as far as I know. Drew only really talked about him for those first couple weeks we dated, and then it was like…” I shrug. “I don’t know; he pretended he didn’t exist. The only time I ever heard his name was when we were with Nancy, and I could always tell Drew didn’t want to talk about Cam with her.”
She sets the photos on the table, eyeing me. “Have you called her?”
Guilt licks fire across my chest, making me squirm. “No.”
Marlo’s eyes widen slightly. “So, she still doesn’t know Cam’s back?”
I chew on my bottom lip. “I don’t think so. I feel like she would have called me and mentioned it if she did know.”
“Jesus.” She shakes her head, resting her palms flat against the table as she leans toward me slightly. “He’s been coming to your house every day, going through all these boxes of memories and things that were important to Drew, but he still hasn’t told his mother he’s here?”
I release a resigned sigh. “Apparently.”
