Collide (The Barker Triplets 2)

This she could play along with. “Too many to count.”

Billie grinned. “That’s good. Okay, how many positions did you try?”

“Does hanging from the ceiling count?”

“Excellent.”

Bobbi shook her head at her sister’s enthusiasm.

“Why are you so interested anyway?” she asked.

“What happened between the two of you?” Billie ignored Bobbi’s question. “You know, back before, well, before Shane got into trouble and ended up in jail.”

Bobbi’s mouth tightened a little. She knew that her sister had grown close to Shane. He and Logan were tight and the three of them had spent a lot of time together over the last few months.

“What has he told you?”

Billie shrugged. “Nothing. Not even Logan says much except that the two of you were crazy about each other. Too crazy, according to him.”

“He’s right,” she murmured. “The only time we got along was when we were in bed.”

“But you were kids,” Billie exclaimed jumping up. “You’re both different people now. Maybe this is your second chance.”

“No,” Bobbi shook her head. “I thought I had changed. I tried to change but I’m still the same person and we’re still bad for each other.”

“That sounds like a bunch of clichéd bullshit if you ask me. I see the way he looks at you…the way you perk up whenever there’s mention of Shane. You walked out on your wedding for Christ sakes—”

She held her hand up when Bobbi’s mouth flew open.

“And don’t tell me that had nothing to do with Shane Gallagher. You’re a shitty liar Bobbi, and I know better.”

Bobbi stared at her sister but remained silent because Billie was sadly mistaken. She didn’t know the half of it. She didn’t know Bobbi Jo had secrets…secrets and lies that she’d held close for so long. Lies she’d used to hurt, to destroy…and there was no taking them back.

There would be no second chance because deep down she knew Shane would never forgive her if he knew the truth.

The phone rang, a shrill echo that had both girls jumping. Bobbi frowned when Billie swore and shook her head, but made no move to answer it. “I hate dealing with that stuff.”

Amused, Bobbi answered the phone, glanced up at the schedule on the white board to her right and directed the prospective student to come out for a free skate on Sunday afternoon. When she hung up, she glanced at Billie.

“Do you not have a website with this information on it?”

“Sure, it’s just I have to do the updates myself and besides the fact that I hate doing that shit, I don’t have time.”

“Uh huh.” Bobbi’s eyes moved over the desk, the top of which could barely be seen because there were papers, receipts and all kinds of stuff on it. Wait. Was that a check? Or two?

“I don’t,” Billie said defensively. “Take today for example. I’m leaving in twenty minutes to drive to Michigan U to meet with the head coaches and trainers of their hockey program. They want me to work with them on fine tuning the existing program with some cutting edge training techniques.”

“That’s awesome,” Bobbi exclaimed. She sat back and grinned at her sister. “I’m so proud of you, Billie. You know that right?”

“Shit, Bobbi. Keep that up and you’re going to make me cry.”

“Well it’s true. You never let anything or anyone get you down or get in the way of what you wanted. That takes balls.”

“No, it takes an iron fisted vagina.”

“Oh, god, the visual.”

Billie grinned, but then her smile faltered and she chewed on her bottom lip the way she did when she was thinking way too hard.