The Inevitable

Sierra: Change of plans. Meet me at my place.

“Everything okay?” Keegan asks.

“Yeah, Sierra just texted me to pick her up.”

“You sure you don’t want the place to yourself?”

“Nah. Even if it were possible, I’m not about to rush it with her. She’s skittish about dating as it is. I don’t want her to think I’m just trying to get in her pants.”

When it’s time to pick her up, I drive over to her place. Since both of our apartments are situated right off the university campus, it only takes a couple minutes.

I park and jog up the flights of stairs, knocking when I get to her door.

A second later, the door swings open, and standing there is Sierra dressed in a flowy, low-cut top and skintight jeans. Her pink toes are peeking out of high as hell heels.

“Wow,” Sierra says, “I didn’t see it before because I wasn’t looking for it, but damn, you look just like my nephew.”

Her statement takes me by surprise, and I’m unsure how it’s relevant to our date. “Am I missing something here?”

“Who are you?” Sierra asks, ignoring my question. “Keegan or Kolton?”

My eyes widen, then my lips curl into a grin, wondering how the hell she knows my brother. There’s no way they’ve slept together. He barely has time for women, and he would’ve recognized her name. “I’m Kolton.”

“Why did you lie to me?” someone asks. I turn my attention to the other woman standing by the door. I didn’t notice her because I was completely focused on Sierra. Why does she look so familiar? Maybe it’s because she and Sierra share similar features: brown hair, caramel eyes, pert nose… This is obviously her sister—but I don’t think she’s ever mentioned her name.

“About what? When?” I ask, confused as fuck. I came here to go on a date with Sierra, and suddenly, I’m getting grilled with questions.

“When you slept with my sister!” Sierra bellows. “And don’t try to act like you don’t remember her. You tried to get her attention earlier.” What the hell is going on?

“I didn’t sleep with her,” I say, my gaze locking with Sierra’s. “I don’t even know her.”

“Is this a game to you?” her sister asks, hurt and confusion filled in her tone.

“You think you slept with me?”

“I think I slept with Keegan,” she volleys.

Oh, shit… What has my brother done? “And you think I’m Keegan?”

“Do you have a split personality disorder?” she asks, making me laugh.

“I think I know what the problem is, but it would probably be best if I show you.” I doubt she’ll believe me unless she sees it for herself.

I pull out my phone and call my brother.

“What’s up?”

“I need you to come here.”

“Where?”

“To Sierra’s place. Don’t ask questions. Just come.” I rattle off her address and then hang up.

While we wait for Keegan to arrive, the women step outside, then close the door behind them. Sierra refers to her sister as Blakely, and I damn near choke on my own saliva. Holy shit! There’s no way this is a coincidence. My brother met a woman years ago on spring break named Blakely. He talked about her for months, upset that his phone got fucked up, and he lost her number.

We stand in awkward silence until Keegan rolls up on his skateboard a few minutes later, then runs up the steps. The second he comes into view, Blakely gasps at the same time Keegan’s face splits into a grin.

“Jailbird,” Keegan says. “I knew that was you earlier.”

“Keegan?” she asks, clearly in shock.

“I see you’ve met my brother Kolton.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a twin brother,” she mutters.

Yep, that’s right. Keegan and I are identical twins. Hence, why he thinks I’m so hot. It’s always been an inside joke between us.

Keegan and Blakely chat back and forth, getting caught up, until the door opens and out walks some guy. Blakely makes introductions—Brenton is a friend of hers, who, I have no doubt by the way he’s looking at her, has the hots for her. Even if it seems she doesn’t feel the same way.

There’s an awkward lull in the conversation, and then Keegan says, “Was… is that kid yours?” And that’s when I remember her. She was walking across campus with Brenton and a little boy, who must’ve been her son. She tried to talk to me, but I had no idea who she was. She had assumed I was Keegan.

Blakely’s eyes go wide at Keegan’s question, and she immediately looks nervous. “Is Zane okay in his room?” she asks Brenton.

“Yeah,” he replies. “He’s playing with his Legos. I came out here to make sure everything is okay. You’ve been out here for a while.”

“Can you go check on him?” she asks. “I think I should talk to Keegan alone.”

Brenton opens his mouth to argue, but Blakely speaks first. “Please.”