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Why the hell would I introduce him to my sister?
Chapter Five
Quinn
I send Ambrose a quick text to let him know I won’t be coming back while we walk down the boardwalk. She says her home’s right on the water and I can’t imagine it being anything but spectacular since most of the houses, even if they’re old, are huge and beautiful.
We walk past the aquarium and the main road and keep walking in silence, but still holding hands until she stops in front of a beautiful two-story beach house. It’s white and has blue shutters plus a large balcony with chairs and a fire pit on top.
It’s both pretty and cute, kind of like her.
We walk through a small white picket fence past a stone water fountain that had seen better days, past a large oak tree and up to the front door. Two sconces framed the door, both of them lit up with real fire.
“Setting the mood, I see.” I pointed at them. “Do I need to take off my shoes?”
Chloe batted her eyelashes up at me, her expression both innocent and seductive. “You can take off whatever you want.”
Oh shit, things just got intense in front of that fire. I nod. “Maybe let me make sure you didn’t lure me here to kill me first and then I’ll take off whatever you want.”
“Deal.” Her laugh is light as she releases my hand and opens the front door. I walk in after her.
It smells sweet, like someone is baking, or there’s a candle that has some cheesy label on it, like American Pie or Blueberry. I walk past the small entryway, there’s a staircase to the right, the hardwood floors like original with how dark and scratched they are, but it adds to the ambiance, I guess. The next thing I notice is how clean it is. While it may look older on the outside, the inside is completely open and exposed; we walk further into the kitchen, everything is stark white, the living room has furniture that looks expensive but in multiple random colors, a lime green chair, a black leather couch, and a huge white and brown cow hide rug is in the middle of the room with a wood table over it.
Whoever decorated has unique but modern taste.
I do a quick turn. “I like it.”
“Mom.” She shrugs. “Loves HGTV a little too much.”
“Don’t we all?”
She laughs and walks further into the kitchen and pulls something from the fridge, I think it’s champagne, but I can’t tell for sure until she turns around and places it on the counter. “Drink?”
“Does mom also let you drink?” I tease.
“Well, she’s not here a lot, neither is my dad, they don’t really do family.”
“How does one do family?”
“I mean…” She starts to pull the foil from the champagne bottle. “…they don’t really—“
“—They don’t give a shit.” Another voice chimes in. “Ah, Dad’s gonna be pissed you opened up the expensive one this time.” A girl who looks identical to Chloe pulls out a chair next to me. She’s wearing no makeup, has black fingernail polish on, and is in matching black sweats. Her eyes are the same color blue, and her hair is cut in the exact same way that Chloe’s is.
“There are two of you.” I nod. “Good to know, might have prepared me before I had a near heart attack at nineteen and thought I was seeing things.”
The girl holds out her hand. “I’m Sophie, that bitch’s twin.”
Chloe’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. What am I not picking up on?
I squeeze Sophie’s hand. “Good to meet you. I’m Quinn, and apparently, I’m hanging out here tonight because according to your twin over there, you’re a steal trap and won’t say a word to the parents, then again, I now wonder if they would even care.”
Sophie rolls her eyes and drops my hand. “If they found you both naked, the only thing they’d ask was if you used protection since my mom refuses to become a grandma at the ripe age of fifty.”
“Oh good, so she likes kids.” I smirk at Sophie, she lets down her defenses a bit, her smile different than when she sourly walked in the kitchen.
She leans forward, her hair brushing her shoulders. She’s really pretty, just like Chloe, honestly I don’t know how their own parents tell them apart, maybe they each have a favorite style of makeup or clothing, that would be the only indicator.
I jump at the sound of the pop from the champagne and glance over at Chloe, she looks sad.
