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The sneaky bitch is driving me crazy with her dirty secrets about Mr. Nash Allen.
But my sweet twin is right—Beau isn’t our dad.
Because, yeah, you may be born someone’s daughter.
But you should live as your own woman.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Death by swollen dick is imminent.
BEAU
“One of the keys to the mental game,” Dr. Gary teaches, “is to treat every game like it’s just a game.”
Just a game
I write it in my journal, half to look like I’m trying and half because it kind of makes sense.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Colt doing the same.
Shit, it’s like we’re back in high school. He took the best notes in Chemistry while protons pissed me off. I hated science, but took the best History notes, which he hated. There were too many dates to remember when Colt had lots of those with varsity cheerleaders.
Was I ever mad about it?
Yeah. I said those girls were distractions when really… I was jealous.
I wanted a date with Colt.
Last night was pretty close.
The chef prepared lobster and red snapper for dinner. Blair joined us, emerging from her bedroom in another pretty sundress. It was white, and my heart flipped. She looked like a bride. It had us on our best behavior.
We enjoyed another sunset dinner outside, did the nightly dishes, and then settled on the sofa in the same spots for another movie. It was Blair’s turn, and she drew Dirty Dancing.
That was one of my top flicks, thanks to my sister, and besides, whose dick doesn’t dance for Patrick Swayze?
We ate popcorn. I recited the whole movie. And when that iconic scene at the end happened, Blair whipped her cute face my way. “Can you catch me like that?” she asked. “Like Johnny does Baby?”
I threw a buttery kernel at her. “In the pool, Baby. Because no one puts Bronson on the Injured Reserve list.”
“Got that right,” Colt agreed, and we tried to play it subtly. That we sorta made amends but not too much. We tried to make Blair believe we were still fighting a bit.
Everyone slept alone last night because I’m going for the long prank.
I’m playing for the big win with her.
“So let me ask you,” Dr. Gary continues our session. “When was it just a game between you two?”
“Easy,” I answer. “High school. Even when we made it to the state championship twice and won twice, I never felt the pressure. It was just Colt and me, and it was fun. I used to front flip into the end zone.”
“Colt?” Dr. Gary asks, “Do you agree?”
“Yeah.” He spins his pen. “It was just fun. We were kids, but it ain’t the same now.”
“What’s changed?”
I answer Doc, “Billions of dollars and millions of fans.”
