Double the Fun

“There is no fucking way that baby is mine.” Rys was staring intently at Jane, pleading with her. “I never even slept with her. She’d claiming it was at a party when I was drunk. I wasn’t that drunk I wouldn’t remember where I put my dick, and it certainly wasn’t in Christa.”

Christa snorted.

“Shut the hell up, Christa,” he growled at her. “I’ll say this one more time. That. Is. Not. My. Baby.”

Silence descended around them, and Will felt Jane’s gaze. He looked down at her and cupped her chin in his hand.

“Will, please, take me home.” She closed her eyes just as a big, fat tear slid out the corner of one. When she was in the truck and the door was shut behind her, Will made his way to Rys.

Speaking in a low tone, he said, “Get this shit sorted out, man. Janey doesn’t need this shit.”

Rys didn’t reply, wouldn’t even look at him. His entire gaze was on Jane. Will got in the truck and started it, knowing his brother would find a way home, but even if he didn’t have one, Will didn’t give a shit. All he cared about was getting Janey the hell out of there.

Chapter 25

Jane stared at her cup of coffee, the cream swirling through the dark liquid. It had been three weeks since the blowup at Brooklyn’s party. She had avoided Rys and William, not knowing how to feel about Christa’s confession. She wasn’t angry with Rys over Christa’s words. She was hurt. She knew the brothers had slept with people before their relationship started and that they had always been careful when it came to protecting themselves, but had Rys had a lack of judgment when it came to Christa?

She would like to think he hadn’t, but he had slept with her without a condom, and he hadn’t seemed overly concerned about it. She couldn’t shake the image of Rys and Christa… together. Even after three weeks of successfully avoiding their phone calls and visits to the diner and her house, the ache in her chest hadn’t faded.

William hadn’t hurt her, but he was an exact replica of Rys, so when she looked at him, she saw his twin.

“Honey, you need to stop avoiding those boys.”

Jane didn’t bother turning around. She stirred her coffee, mixing the liquid until it was a creamy hue. “Mom, I told you I just can’t see them. I don’t know what to say.”

“I know, sweetie, but I can’t keep turning them away.” Her mom moved behind her and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Those boys love you, honey. I can see it in their eyes every time they beg me to let them come in and see you. It breaks my heart telling them no.”

Jane took a sip of her coffee and set it back on the counter. She looked out the window above the kitchen sink and watched as Rys walked back to his truck. This was a daily thing, sometimes twice a day. Sometimes, it was just Rys or William that stopped by, bearing flowers. Other days, it was both of them. Jane never answered the door, always having her mom do her dirty work. It broke her heart hearing them beg her to let them see Jane, but she just couldn’t, not yet.

It wasn’t even Rys’s fault, not really. So shit happened and he got a girl pregnant, supposedly. Why was she punishing all of them?

You know why, Jane, the damn little voice in her head decided to pipe in once again.

All she could think about was getting back with them, not letting this ruin the incredible thing they had, but then she saw Christa having her baby, a little baby that looked just like Rys and William. Rys would see the baby, fall in love with it, and leave to be with Christa to have a happy little family. If it were just the issue with the baby, maybe it wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but Jane had known Christa her whole damn life.

There was no way she would leave Rys alone. The girl would want that happily ever after, and Jane couldn’t blame her, not in the least. That was what really hurt, and that was why she was having such a hard time with this. She just knew if she went back with them and opened up her heart again, it would just end up getting broken once more. Rys would leave her to be with Christa, and even though she’d still have William, her sweet, sweet William, it would be like looking at Rys. Thinking like that wasn’t fair to William.

She could never just be with one of them, had never envisioned herself only being with one Holden twin.

Taking a deep breath at the sight of Rys out the window, she felt tears prick her eyes. The smell of lilacs filled her senses, and she knew her mother held another bouquet. Rys stopped when he got to his truck and dropped his head. He stood like that for several seconds, and her heart broke more. God, she missed them terribly. It was like her heart was getting ripped from her chest. When his head lifted and he looked over his shoulder, their eyes connected.