“Why does your husband sound like a hottie?” she asked. “Did you actually manage to talk to a man that has some substance to him? And not one that likes the shape of your nostrils, or one that is obsessed with his bunny?”
Okay, so I’d had kind of bad luck when it came to boyfriends. There was a reason that I hadn’t had any long-lasting relationships, and that had a lot to do with the fact that I got tongue tied when I got around anyone that was even remotely attractive.
“How do you know it’s my husband?” I questioned. “That could’ve just been my friend.”
“He immediately asked where you were and if you were okay,” Phoebe drawled. “He then said that if I didn’t put his ‘wife’ on the phone, he was going to find me and make me wish I did.”
I covered my mouth with my hand and started to snicker.
“He knew immediately that it wasn’t you,” she said. “That’s good news. I just hope that he can tell the difference between you and Pru.”
“Hoax can,” Pru supplied.
Phoebe snorted. “Y’all haven’t truly tested it out. Your entire relationship Piper has been gone.”
That was true.
While I was away in Germany for two years, my twin decided to meet, fall in love, and get pregnant with Hoax. Hoax, a fuckin’ hottie biker motorcycle man that was a part of a motorcycle club.
“That’s true,” I admitted. “But Jonah’s highly observant. I’m fairly sure that he’ll know without a doubt who is who.”
“You want to test it?” Phoebe bounced in her seat.
I pointed at my hair.
“My hair is curly as fuck, and this one has apparently been straightening hers out lately.” I gestured to my sister. “There’s no way in hell that he’s going to be fooled.”
Phoebe frowned and started to look around, but her eyes came to a rest on the display case across the room with the store’s apparel in it.
“Oh, a hat!” she cried. “I’ll be right back.”
Pru looked at me once Phoebe left.
“I can’t believe you kept this from me,” she pouted.
I lifted a brow and she flushed.
“It’s not the same,” she argued. “You’re freakin’ married. I’m just pregnant for a second time. There’s a big difference there.”
I sighed. “If you say so.”
“I do,” she argued.
“Here, put these on, quick!” she cried out. “I just saw a man pull in on his bike, and he was looking around like he wanted to kill something. I’m fairly sure that’s your husband.”
I rolled my eyes. “What makes you think that?”
I put the hat on anyway as did my sister.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure why we were playing this game.
But I wanted to prove my sister’s wrong.
I wanted them to know that Jonah would know instantly who was who.
And when Jonah walked in, spotted our table, and walked directly toward us, my heart started to pound in my chest.
The sight of him was debilitating sometimes. I wondered if he understood the amount of magnetism that came from him.
Phoebe stood at the side of the table, her arms crossed, as she watched Jonah walk our way.
I was half turned in my seat, watching him come, and trying not to beam.
“Hide your hands,” Phoebe whispered.
I did, placing them in my lap and shoving them under the table.
I heard my sister do the same from across the table.
“Hi, I’m Phoebe,” Phoebe said, introducing herself.
Jonah stopped and shook her hand, nodding. “Jonah.”
“Jonah,” Phoebe grinned. “It’s nice to see you. Have a seat. I’m going to grab a couple of menus.”
With that, she left but turned around halfway to see where Jonah sat.
And it wasn’t with me.
***
Jonah
I watched as Piper’s face fell from across the table and frowned.
I looked over at the woman that was next to me and said, “Why is my wife frowning?”
The woman next to me started to laugh and yanked off her hat.
Piper did the same and looked at me with a sheepish expression.
“You sat next to my twin, and I thought for sure that you didn’t realize that she was her, and I was me,” she admitted. “Why did you sit over there?”
I gestured to her seat. “The seat beside you would place my back against the door, and I don’t like that. I want a wall at my back. Plus, I like to look at you.”
The honesty in my answer surprised her, causing her to grin.
“That’s sweet,” the woman at my side said, holding out her hand awkwardly from beside me. “I’m Pru.”
Phoebe took the seat across from me and handed me the menus.
She was grinning, too.
“I’m glad that I was wrong about you,” she said. “Now…how about someone tell us what in the hell is going on. Also, why do you have paint on your hands?”
I grumbled a ‘fucking painting team building bullshit’ to them, and they took it all in stride, thankfully not asking me to expound.