Page 43 of Her Loving Hero

As the barista came out behind the counter, Wyatt decided to wade in.

“There you are! Dad said you have to come home right now,” he said loudly in English. “You two are in such trouble.”

“Not you,” stained-shirt-twin said.

“Where’s Chris?” the other twin said.

Shit, he needed to be able to tell them apart. Okay, they were now officially Twin 1 and 2.

“Chris is in trouble too,” Wyatt answered. “Now get your butts in gear before you’re arrested.”

They were mirror images of each other as they got up from their chairs and picked up their drinks and took sips from their straws. It was eerie.

“Speed it up.”

“Yes Sir,” they said simultaneously.

Really eerie.

When they got outside Wyatt turned to Twin 1. “Okay Ladies, do you have a car?”

She pointed to her sister, “Petra does.”

“That means you’re Mercedes.” He peered closer and saw the beauty mark. “Before your adoring fans follow you out here, let’s get going.”

“Where’s Chris? Where’s Carly?” Petra asked over her shoulder as she headed toward a white BMW.

“Carly’s with my buddy, he’s taking her to the hospital, hopefully just for some stitches.”

“What?” they both said.

“How did she get hurt?” Petra demanded as she unlocked the car.

Wyatt described the scene as he opened the back door for Mercedes.

“We need to wait for Chris,” Mercedes protested when Wyatt told them to get into the car.

“He’s a big boy, he can find his own way home,” Wyatt said.

“I’m not leaving without my brother,” Petra said.

“Me neither.” There she stood in her stained shirt staring at him mutinously.

“Has your brother ever been out all night?” Wyatt asked wearily.

“Yes,” they both said.

“Then trust him to get his ass home this time as well. Won’t your family freak if you don’t get home tonight?”

They both nodded their heads. “So, get in.”

He felt like he was back at the YMCA.

After they buckled up, he ran around to the front of the car and got into the driver’s seat. “Okay, tell me how to get to your place.”

“I should be the one driving,” Petra grumbled again.

Wyatt turned and glared at her, and she started giving him directions. He wanted to get to the hospital. He needed to find out about Carly, and he had to report back to Emily, she must be worried sick.