Chaper Two

Myles

Damn, I can’t believe it’s really her. I take a seat in the corner of the room and watch her intently. I hope she doesn’t wake up. Knowing her, she’ll accuse me of being some sort of stalker creep, which is actually crazy because she was like my sister growing up. I get up from the chair and figure I might as well sleep on the couch and make sure she’s okay. From what I’ve heard from Oli, she’s career-oriented and doesn’t party too much.

I run a hand through my hair and watch her sleep for a few more minutes. What’s the harm? I haven’t seen her in seven fucking years. Not since her parents’ funeral. My eyes roam over her beautiful, golden blond hair. She’s left it long like back in the day. Her cheekbones seem more defined now, and her eyes, even though they’re closed now, are absolutely stunning when they’re open. Everything about her is beautiful. She looks really uncomfortable still wearing that fitted leather jacket, so I shift onto the bed and slip it off her. She mumbles something, and I freeze. She might wake up and slap me or something. Luckily, she stays asleep. I can’t take my eyes off her. If Oli walks in, he may decide he wants to kick my ass. Heck! I may want to kick my own ass.

I remind myself that this is Flynn, and we don’t have a future together. She also isn’t the type of girl to have a fling. She’s the type of girl you want to marry. Only I can’t marry her because too much has happened. I stand up and stalk out of the room. I’m pissed off and hard as a rock at the same time. I head over to the couch—at least Oli has a nice couch—and I grab the blanket resting off to the side. We have practice bright and early tomorrow, only I can’t sleep.

At four a.m., Oliver decides to saunter through the door then slam it hard. Although he and Flynn are twins, they look nothing alike, which for some reason has been a relief for me. Where Flynn has golden hair, blue eyes, and fair skin like her mother, Oli has dark hair, tanned skin, and hazel eyes like his father had. He drops his keys on the floor. I don’t know how he does it, but the guy can operate like a beast on the ice with little to no sleep.

“Hey, quiet,” I call out into the dark family room.

He jumps and grabs onto his heart with one hand. “Jesus. What the hell are you doing here?” he asks, blowing out some air. His hair is rumpled, his shirt isn’t tucked in, and he looks drained. Yup, must have been having a good time tonight. Walking over to the fridge, he takes out a jug of orange juice and begins to chug it straight from the carton.

I raise my brows. “Flynn showed up drunk out of her mind. The bartender from Malone’s carried her across the street with some friend of hers,” I explain.

“Shit. She didn’t call me.” He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket to check messages. “Fuck. She messaged me asking if she could stay over tonight. It better not be that fucking douchebag of a boyfriend. Met him last Christmas… Got the feeling he’s a weasel, but Flynn liked him, so I didn’t say anything.”

Listening to Oli speak of some guy Flynn is dating makes me feel like the Hulk, and I want to go find the asshole and pound into him. I realize I’m jealous. Feeling out of my element, I stay quiet.

“Thanks for being here, man. I got her from here,” Oli says as he stalks away toward his room.

I shout, “She’ll probably need some Tylenol and juice in the morning.”

“Dude. She already has a brother. I need two hours of sleep. Go get some rest.”

“Yeah.” I head out of the apartment repeating his words. She already has a brother. Where the hell does that leave me?