Harmony and High Heels (Fort Worth Wranglers 2)

Harmony dropped her hands. “That’s because you don’t know how fun they are.”

Lyric rolled her eyes. “Your vote doesn’t count. Y

ou think genital piercings are fun.”

“Hey. Don’t knock them ’til you try them.” Harmony waggled her eyebrows. She rather enjoyed her hood piercing.

“That’s what I’m saying about Heath.” Lyric paused and looked like she was replaying that sentence in her head. “Not that I want you to try Heath or anything. Because that would be weird. I just meant—”

“Don’t worry, Wonder Woman. I know what you meant.” Harmony loved the nickname that had been given to her sister by Tre, a well-meaning flight attendant on the flight where Lyric had reconnected with Heath.

Lyric shot her a dirty look as she walked over to the fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of wine. “I told you that story in confidence.”

“I’ve kept that confidence. We’re the only two people here.” Besides, who would believe that a flight attendant had duct-taped a willing passenger?

Lyric got down two glasses, then started to open the wine bottle. Since she was wielding the corkscrew the same way Norman Bates’s mother wielded a knife, Harmony felt honor bound to leave her comfortable spot on the sofa to help her twin. What had the poor cork ever done to Lyric?

“Give me that.” Harmony finessed the cork out.

A few minutes later and they were both settled on the couch, glasses of wine in hand. Harmony planned on letting Lyric get a little alcohol in her before she started haranguing her about the whole BASE jumping trip again, but she should have known better. They might be totally different in everything but looks, but it was rare for the two of them to be on anything but the same wavelength.

“We could go to Hawaii on vacation.” Lyric watched her as she took a drink.

“You lived there for years and just flew home from Hawaii. How is that a vacation? Besides, we’ve spent the last several months in Texas’s version of weather hell. I want snow. I want adventure. I want—”

“To outrun your demons. Yeah, I know.”

Harmony nearly choked on her wine. “That’s not what I was going to say. It’s not true. I don’t have any demons.”

Lyric shot her a yeah-right look.

“What?” There were some things she didn’t even share with her sister.

Lyric continued the yeah-right look. “Why are you running so hard?”

“I’m not running.” Harmony sprang off the couch and started to pace. “I have nothing to run from. Except our mother, who is a demon, but any sane person would run from her, so I don’t think that counts.” She finished her wine in one long swallow and poured a little more.

Make that a lot more. She filled up the whole glass. If this was the way this heart-to-heart was going to go, she needed as much wine as she could get. Maybe they should open a second bottle? Just to be on the safe side …

“Besides.” She drained the second glass of wine. “If we don’t go down to South America to heli-ski, how am I going to prove to Momma that I’m a total badass? Usually we hide our trips from her, but I want to rub this one in her face.”

“If that’s your main reason for choosing heli-skiing,” Lyric took another drink, “I’m sure we can—”

“It’s not. I’ve always wanted to ski the Andes.” She sounded whiny and like it wasn’t true, but it was. And if Momma hated it, well, more the better. “If not heli-skiing, then what do you suggest? I’m not spending two more weeks in some remote place looking at the stars. You got last year, and this year it’s my turn to pick.”

Had Harmony complained when Lyric had taken them bird-watching in South Texas? No. Well, not too much.

“Oh God, you’re not going to bring up the bird-watching thing again?” Lyric rolled her eyes. “In case you forgot, I got hurt there too. Who knew wood decks could be so slippery after a light rain?”

“See, you hurt yourself bird-watching. Could there be a safer sport?” They might be twins, but Harmony hadn’t inherited her sister’s clumsiness.

“Look, why don’t we stay here in Fort Worth and see what we can come up with to prove you’re a badass? Just think, if you’re badass enough, you’ll make the news. You can ruin that reputation that Momma is so proud of. That’s something you can’t do in Chile.” Lyric was always the logical one … damn it.

Harmony stared at her twin for long seconds as Lyric’s words slowly sunk in. “That’s not half bad.”

The only downside Harm could think of was that she wouldn’t be in San Angelo to see her mother’s face when her perfect daughter turned to the dark side.

“That’s downright diabolical.” Harmony nodded. “I like that about you.”