TWIN PASSIONS: (A Logan Brothers Novel) by L. A. Shorter Read Free Book Online

three.
    “ And the last one?”
    “ Oh, he's the same age. Well,
about 10 minutes younger actually.”
    Holy shit. He has a twin!
    “ His name's Zack.”
    My heart literally dropped to
the floor, but I desperately tried to keep my cool.
    “ Why do you ask? Do you know
one of them or something?”
    Shit . “Er, no, doesn't
ring a bell. I must have been thinking of something else.”
    I had no idea why I was lying.
    He looked on at me quizzically,
as if he knew I wasn't being completely honest.
    “ Hey, so I need to grab a
quick shower. I just wondered whether you'd like a grab a drink
afterwards?”
    This was so bizarre. Everything
about him reminded me of Zack. The way he smiled, the way he spoke,
those lights behind his deep green eyes. I wanted more.
    “ Sure, that sounds fun.”
    His smile grew, thin, sexy,
dimples appearing on his cheeks, just like Zack.
    “ Great! Give me 10 minutes and
I'll meet you in reception?”
    I nodded. “Sounds perfect.”
… .
    It was less than a week later
that I sat, for the first time, watching Cade box. He was charming,
funny, and intelligent. Pretty much everything that Zack had been.
    The fight itself wasn't
something I was interested in, but I was compelled to want to spend
more time with Cade. Knowing Zack so well as I did, it was
fascinating to get to know his twin brother as an adult. I imagined
that it's exactly how Zack would be now.
    Maybe soon I'd see him again,
for the first time in years. A smattering of nerves always began to
build in me at the thought.
    Cade won his fight and was
jubilant after. He told me it was set to be his toughest bout yet, a
real scalp for him if he could get through it, hopefully by knockout.
He did, and with ease. He told me he'd felt inspired, more confident
than he'd ever been before.
    He told me, right there after
the fight, that I was his lucky charm.
    It was that night that he kissed
me for the first time. I felt almost guilty doing so at first but was
drawn to him like a magnet. That kiss turned to sex in his apartment,
a beautiful open planned space overlooking the river.
    He was wild and insatiable, his
body brimming with adrenaline following his victory. I couldn't help
but be caught up in it, even though it wasn't what I'd usually do. I
had only met up with him a couple of times. Usually I'd go at least
four or five dates before putting out.
    In the month that followed he
fought twice more, each time insisting I come watch him. He said my
presence gave him an edge he didn't have before, that he was sharper,
faster, stronger, under my gaze. I hated the fighting, but I couldn't
say no, didn't want to say no.
    He ended up winning both fights
as he had before, early and by knockouts. His intensity in the ring
was in such contrast to his energy and jubilation afterwards, this
bustling smile exploding from his face as soon as he saw me after his
victory.
    Things moved faster than I'd
ever have imagined, but still the image of Zack lingered in my head.
Cade spoke of him often, of his family, of his father, but I never
revealed the truth: that Zack had been my best friend, my first kiss,
the first boy I'd ever really cared for.
    Then, roughly six weeks after I'd
first met him, Cade's father was murdered, shot dead in an hotel
room. I didn't see him for about a week after as he spent time with
his family. I wondered if he'd told them about me, if Zack knew. It
made me nervous to think that he did.
    When Cade invited me to the
funeral I knew then that I'd be seeing Zack again. I thought about
not going, but Cade told me he really wanted me there.
    When I saw Zack, standing next
to Cade over his father's grave, I felt a huge surge of nerves. I
wondered how much he remembered of our time together. I wondered
whether he even cared.
    I guess, soon, I'd find out.

Chapter 6 - Cade
    Present Day
    Cade

    I sat in a large leather seat, a
stripper coiled round a pole on the stage in front of me. A waitress
came over, scantily clad in a little black and