Even that nominal response made the old me wish for a bottle of bourbon and a dark room. I swallowed. The old me was just two days away, and she wasn’t buried deep enough to withstand the way Tyler was looking at me. I wanted to hide underneath his body and replace the pain with his fingers digging into my hips and to watch him tense while he thrust himself deep inside me, forgetting everything else but Tyler’s rough hands on my bare skin, letting the sweet escape of intoxication carry me through.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I snapped.

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve seen me naked.”

“Have I?”

I rolled my eyes, bending down to put out my cigarette.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out. He scanned my face, almost as if he was trying to remember. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

I shrugged him off. “I better get back in there. I sort of need this job now.”

“Does uh … does Zeke have a thing for you?”

“Zeke?” I said, my voice going up an octave. “No. I mean, I don’t think so. No, definitely not.”

“Do you have a thing for him?”

My expression twisted. “Why in the fuck are you asking me that?”

“Have you met my brother?”

I stood, completely confused. “You sound completely crazy right now.”

“Just making sure before I make a pass at you.”

“Make a pass at me? Are we in junior high?”

His eyebrows pulled in. He was really concentrating now, looking as confused as I felt. “I went to middle school.”

“I don’t think you left.”

He breathed out a laugh. “What are you doing later?”

“Not you.”

He choked on the drag he’d just inhaled, and then smoke and laughter tumbled from his mouth. “Easy, sweetheart. You’re going to hurt my feelings.”

“Listen, I’m having a hard time going back inside, which tells me one thing: you need to go away, and stay away. I’m trying to be good here, and you’re … not. Good … for me … at all.”

He touched his chest with his palm. “I’m good,” he said, feigning insult.

His confidence made my thighs tingle. “No. You’re bad. And I’m bad. And you need to go back to the station or headquarters or whatever you call it so I can keep my job.”

“I’m going to Turk’s later. You should meet me there.”

I shook my head, backing away. “Nope. Definitely not.”

He took a step forward, amused by my retreat. He knew the effect he had on me, and he was enjoying it. “Am I making you nervous?”

My back touched the door. I sighed, looking up at the clouded sky. “I’m going to get fired.” I reached for his face and planted a hard kiss on his mouth.

Tyler didn’t flinch, gripping my coat and pulling me toward him. His lips were vaguely familiar, commanding and purposeful. He slipped his tongue inside, and I hummed, closing my eyes and letting him take me somewhere else—anywhere else—but the surreal, clusterfuck scenario I was currently in.

I pushed him away, breathless. “Is your truck around?”

“My truck?”

“Yeah, the one with the back seat.” I reached down for the rock behind his zipper.

“It’s … at the station.” He moaned, taking my ass in both hands. He lifted up, pressing me against him.

I was glad I was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. If I had been in the leather and light sweater I’d worn the day before, no amount of fucking could have warmed me up.

“Does Wick keep that storage building unlocked during the day?” I asked.

Tyler leaned back, looking down at me with labored breath. He grinned. “Are you serious?”

“Just check the fucking door, Tyler.”

He tucked his chin and blinked. “Tyler?”

“What the fuck?” another voice said behind him.

Tyler’s carbon copy gripped the back of his coat and yanked him backward, throwing him to the ground.

Zeke stood wide-eyed behind him before holding up his hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! They didn’t know! I didn’t tell him! I didn’t tell her!”

I wiped my mouth and straightened my clothes. “What the hell is going on here?”

The Tyler on the ground wasn’t sure what to think, while the one standing was clearly ready for war.

Zeke pointed to the Tyler I’d just mauled. “Ellie, that’s Taylor, Tyler’s twin brother.”

“Oh, fucking hell,” I said. They weren’t just twins, they were reflections. I couldn’t see a single difference. “What … why didn’t you tell me?” I cried.

“Shit. That’s Ellie?” Taylor asked, holding up his hands, palms out. “You didn’t tell me she worked here!”

Tyler pointed at his brother. “You didn’t even get her fucking name before shoving your goddamn tongue down her throat?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Taylor said, sitting up slowly. “Don’t act like you haven’t done it a thousand times, fuck stick.”

“You know better than that shit, Taylor! We always make sure. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“She…” he said, looking at me. “I asked about Zeke! I asked her about you! She didn’t act like … she didn’t say anything!”

“Did you say my fucking name when you asked her, or did you just ask about your brother? It’s not the first time someone’s been confused.”

Taylor shrugged, sheepish, and Tyler moved toward him.

I held out my hands. “I kissed him!” I blurted out.

Tyler froze.

“I kissed him!” I said again, touching my chest with one hand, the other still held out toward Tyler. “This isn’t his fault!”

Taylor stood up and brushed snow and mud off his coat and pants, red-faced and teeth clenched.

Tyler glared at his brother. “I owe you one, dick.”

“Fine, you owe me one.” He glanced at me. “Nice to meet you, Ellie.”

“That’s it?” Tyler growled.

Taylor’s jaws danced beneath the skin. “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.”

My shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry, too.”