Once he pulls out of my driveway, he reaches over and takes my hand. I flash him a smile and can’t stop thinking about kissing him. Twenty minutes later, we pull up to Southern Sunset, a popular country bar. They usually have live music and karaoke on the weekends, but they’re mainly known for line dancing.

I raise my brows, surprised Kane would choose this place. “You dance?”

He flashes a boyish grin. “We’ll see, won’t we?”

I chuckle. “Then why’d you—?”

He leans over, cupping my chin. “Because I know you like to. Plus, I hear it’s a good time and thought it’d be fun.”

My smile grows wider as my heart beats harder. “Can’t wait to see your moves.”

We enter hand in hand, but the loud music makes it hard to hear anything. Kane leads me to the bar and leans into my ear.

“What do ya want to drink?”

His breath tickles my neck, and shivers run down my spine.

“Jack and Diet Coke,” I tell him.

Kane orders for me and a beer for himself. Next, we find a high-top table and watch the band.

“I heard Grayson was ready to punch you out,” I say. Harper’s kept me in the loop all week, and while I’ve tried not to care, I couldn’t help it.

He rolls his eyes over the rim of his bottle. “Yeah, pretty much. Knox can’t stop gettin’ under my skin. He purposely pushes me until I lose my temper, and then I have to walk away before I fuck him up.”

“I hate that you two are fightin’.”

He shrugs as if he doesn’t care, but I know better. They might give each other a lot of shit, but deep down, they love and care for one another.

“What’s it gonna take for y’all to kiss and make up?” I tease, taking a sip of my drink.

“Pfft. At this point, who knows.”

“When Kenzie and Grayson were at each other’s throats, everyone told them to bang out their frustrations, and it eventually worked.” I smirk.

He raises a brow in horror.

“Not like that…per se. Have y’all ever shared before?”

“Like…a threesome?” His face contorts.

I shrug, suddenly feeling shy about my words. “Yeah…I guess. Probably every girl’s fantasy is to hook up with twin brothers. You can’t tell me y’all never heard that.”

He leans in closer, one side of his mouth tilted up in amusement. “Is that your fantasy, Hads?”

I lick my lips, contemplating my answer. “I can’t deny it’s crossed my mind a time or two.”

His head falls back with a laugh. “Yeah, we heard it all through high school. Then once we started goin’ to bars, it was every chick’s pick-up line.”