Blaise’s mirrored his, and I knew at some point in the future we’d be traveling to Grant West.

I enjoyed telling Cross about the movie after there was a fight over who got to pay. Blaise won because he slipped away and tracked our waitress down, through the kitchen, in the back, where she was on her break.

He got the check and he was already starting to gloat about it.

That’s when I told him.

“The night’s not done.”

Cross stopped and stiffened, his head jerking my way. “What?” he clipped out.

My cheeks were starting to hurt from all the grinning. I shouldn’t find this so entertaining by now, but I did. I couldn’t help it. We were past when the tension had been alarming between the two.

I nodded, biting my lip and stifling my laughter. “Yeah. We’re going to the movies now.”

“What?!”

Cross won the movie fight.

We got there first.

He picked the movie.

He paid for the four tickets.

He was the one who gloated through the whole showing.

From: Cross

To: Tazsters

Subject: wtf

How often do you talk to Blaise?

Stop telling him that you and I aren’t talking. That shit ain’t funny.

I’m still the best twin.

Love you a fucking ton.

What the hell is going on with Race? Not lying, T. I will come there with my crew and I will handle him. I trained with that guy. I know his weaknesses.

But for real, are you okay? You’ve not said anything about Race.

—always the better twin

From: Blaise DeVroe

To: Tazsters

Subject: sorry but also not really sorry

Heads up. Cross is pissed. I said something to him.

Blaise

From: Brenners

To: Tazsters

Subject: kinda worried

What is going on with you and Race? Is it the roommate thing?

Bren

From: Brenners

To: Race Ryerson

Subject: fair warning

I don’t know what you’re doing, but stop it. I mean it. If you don’t want to be with her, cut her loose. If you do, treat her right. Love her. Cherish her. Protect her. And fair warning, Cross is pissed. There might be a trip in the future.

Bren

Chapter Fifty-Three

BREN

I was getting ready to head to Aspen’s dorm where she assured me was ‘ground zero’ for the insurrection of girls’ night. I asked what that meant, and her reply, “Drinking. Lots of drinking. And getting our outfits approved.”

I was down for whatever the night was going to entail. That was, until Cross came to my bedroom and knocked on the door once.

I looked up. He was standing just inside the doorway, a funny expression pulling at his mouth.

I paused. “What?”

“Um. You might want to come downstairs.”