Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Remind me why you’re living alone again?”
“You need to stop worrying about me. I’m going to be fine.”
“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to live in the dorms in a city where you don’t know anyone.”
“I live near campus.”
“Whatever you say, little sister.”
I rolled my eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you that two minutes is not that big of a deal?”
“As many as it takes for you to remember that it doesn’t change the fact that you’ll always be my little sister.”
I turned in my chair to meet his eyes, changing the subject. “When do you move in with Ledger?”
“At the end of the month.” Jumping right back into the conversation I was trying to avoid, he asked, “You can always drop out and enroll at Wyoming University with us. It’s not too late to rent a three-bedroom apartment.”
“Because good ole Wyoming University has a top-notch fashion department, right?”
“Well,” he exclaimed. “Don’t forget about us little people when you become the next big thing in Vogue.”
I chuckled. “Your future wife will truly appreciate how much you know about fashion because of me.”
“If by that you mean how you’ve tortured me over the years with watching every fashion show known to man?”
I chuckled again, standing before giving him a little twirl. “How do I look?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t that dress a little much?”
“Chance, you and I both know I’ve always been a little much for this small-ass town.”
He stood, sighing deeply. “Did you design it yourself?”
“But of course. When do I ever wear clothes I don’t design?”
He nodded, standing in front of me.
After eighteen years, this would be the first time we wouldn’t be living in the same house right beside each other. As much as I’d miss him, I was ready to have my own identity where I wasn’t Chance Blakely’s twin sister. New York was a fresh start for me. Nobody knew me there—I could be anyone I wanted, and I wanted that more than anything.
Chance grabbed my shoulders. “I’m not going to lie and say I don’t hate that you’re moving, little sister.”
“I just think it’s time I experience life without my older twin brother by my side.”
“Hey, I let you have boyfriends.”
“Hardly.”
He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into a tight hug.
“But look how amazing you turned out with my brotherly guidance.”
“Don’t toot your own horn or anything. I was the one who taught you how to dance.”
“And I was the one who taught you how to throw a football.”
“My tailspin is definitely on point.”
“So is your fumble.”
I elbowed him in the ribs.
With a loving expression, he coaxed, “I love you, Zel.”
“I love you too, Chance.”
Despite being in my brothers embrace, I couldn’t help but think about what I was determined to make happen that night. It was now or never, this was my last opportunity because this time tomorrow, I’d be alone in my new apartment…
Except I was silently hoping.
I’d no longer be a virgin.
Two
Ledger
“Honey, I’m so proud of you,” Mom praised, standing in front of me in the kitchen.
“I know.” I grinned, leaning back against the island in the center of the room. “You’ve only told me about a dozen times just today.”
She smacked my chest. “I’m your mother. I’m allowed to gloat.”
“Yes, I know.” I kissed her cheek. “Gloat away.”
“Now that’s more like it. Now go change. Our guests will be arriving soon.”
I glanced at my flannel button-down shirt and jeans. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“Ledger Beckham!” She scolded in an exaggerated tone. “You are not wearing that to your graduation party. Do you hear me? How long have you owned those Wrangler jeans?”
“What?” I shrugged. “They’re clean.”
“Ledger…”
“Ma’am,” I drawled out. “Let me remind you that all a man needs is a button-down shirt, a pair of jeans, some boots and a cowboy hat…” I grabbed mine off the counter, placing it back on my head “And I’ve got all that covered.”
She shook her head, hiding back a smile. “You sound just like your father.”
“Couldn’t think of a better man to be compared to.”
She beamed.
“You know, out of all my boys, you’ve always been my special cowboy.”
I smiled, tipping the front of my hat in acknowledgment.
“Fine.” She smirked. “You win. It doesn’t matter what you wear, Ledger Beckham, you’re still my handsome guy.”
I tipped my hat again.
“Oh,” Chance announced, striding into the kitchen. “Don’t fall for his bull charm, Mrs. Beckham. He’s full of it.”
I opened my mouth to reply but was rendered speechless the second Hazel walked into the kitchen behind him, wearing a fucking clingy red dress that simply accentuated all her curves.
Clearing my throat, I quickly peered back at Chance. “You let your sister out like that?”
“What’s wrong, Ledger?” Hazel questioned, shifting my gaze to her.
“Don’t like what you see?”
I met her eyes. “Don’t poke the bear, Zel.”