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.”
Taylor disappeared behind the storage building with Zeke not far behind. Tyler rolled back his shoulders and looked down on me with disappointment in his eyes.
“No,” I said, pointing at him. “You don’t get to be jealous. You barely know me.”
“I’m not jealous. That was my brother, Ellie.”
“Please,” I sneered. “Like this hasn’t happened before. Just based on the forty-five minutes I’ve spent with both of you combined, I’m fairly certain you’ve shared a dozen or more women at some point. Maybe without even knowing it.”
“No,” Tyler said, nearly pouting. “We have a system. It usually works.”
“I have to go back in.”
“Ellie?”
“Yeah?” I said, annoyed.
“Were you telling the truth or were you just trying to avoid a fight?”
“What?”
“You said you kissed him … thinking it was me.”
“So?”
“I thought you said you didn’t do repeats.”
I sighed. “I’m going to be straight with you, Tyler. I fucked up. My parents cut me off. I’m broke, and I need this job. I did something terrible to my sister, and I’m trying to change so if and when she finds out, she’ll know I’m not that person anymore.”
One side of Tyler’s mouth curled up, and the same dimple on his left cheek appeared.
I pressed my lips into a hard line. “This was just a weak moment. I don’t do repeats. Especially, definitely not now.”
Tyler processed my words, nodding once. “Fair enough.”
I breathed out a laugh. “Okay, then. Enjoy Colorado Springs.”
“Colorado Springs?” Tyler asked, confused. Recognition lit in his eyes, and he seemed embarrassed for me. “Oh. That’s Taylor.”
My cheeks burned. “I’m glad I’m staying away from you. The twin thing is too much for me sober.”
Tyler laughed and reached out, offering a low, small wave as he began to walk away. “Goodbye, Ellie Edson. It’s been fun.”
“Fun Ellie is dead. All that’s left is broke-and-alone Ellie,” I teased.
Tyler stopped. “She’s not dead. Just transitioning. Like a butterfly.”
“That’s deep, Maddox.”
“I’ve been deeper,” he said with a smirk, pulling his cap down low, just like his brother had less than ten minutes before, and walked away.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, pulling open the back door. Wick and Jojo nearly fell forward, and then pretended—poorly—to be doing something other than eavesdropping.
“Am I fired?” I asked.
“Fired?” Jojo asked. “Hell no! That’s the most fun I’ve had at work since Daddy built this place!”
Wick held up a cigarette and squeezed by, and I followed Jojo inside. She went to her desk and I went to mine, staring at my computer for a full minute before I could focus.
“Ellie?” Jojo called over the speaker.
I pressed the button. “Yes?”
“Did you quit cold turkey?”
“Um … yes?”
“Daddy is nine years sober. We’re impressed.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. No more breaks today.”
“Understood.” I let go of the button and covered my eyes with my hand. The new Ellie’s paint wasn’t even dry, and I’d already managed to ding the first door that had opened. I rubbed my temples, feeling another headache. I wanted a drink; my mouth felt dry, and my mind toyed with having José stop at the liquor store on the way home.