Page 53 of One Quick Obsession

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t, but I was having one, so I knew you would whine until you got one.”

“You say the sweetest things. Thanks.”

I bit into my sandwich and took a sip of the crisp, real sugar Coke.

“Damn that’s good. My teeth are going to rot, but worth it.”

“It’s like candy.” Flynn grinned.

I rolled my eyes. “You are the vice president of a billion-dollar corporation, and you’re over here with a deli sandwich and a Coke like a kid.”

“Hey, this is way better than Wonder Bread and off-brand Coke.”

“True. This shit is fancy.”

“Damn straight.”

“Not that I don’t love having you here, but why the hell are you here?” I asked, confused. It was the middle of the work week, and it wasn’t like Flynn to show up like this. Oh, he showed up unannounced all the fucking time, but he usually didn’t take off work.

“I was going through my mail and realized that I had something for you.”

I frowned, confused. “What? People get us confused in person, but not when it comes to mail.”

“I have a feeling our lawyer did it on purpose. Probably on Dad’s request just to fuck with us some more.”

I stiffened when I realized what Flynn held in his hand.

Our father had mixed us up constantly. It wasn’t like with Sophia when she was exhausted and had to blink a couple of times to get the girls situated. And even then, now that the girls were getting older, and their faces were changing ever so slightly, even though they were identical, Sophia didn’t make that mistake anymore.

But our father had purposely not cared enough to figure out who was who.

Though of course he’d make sure that the letter that I wanted nothing to do with would go to Flynn first. Fucking with us had been his favorite pastime in life, why not in death?

“I was wondering when that was going to show up,” I said in lieu of anything else.

When our father had died, not only had we realized we had another set of siblings, but there had been countless addendums to the will.

The main one being that we had to have dinner once in a month as a group as we had been doing for the past few years. If anything, we’d made it our own, and I’d even participated enough that I’d learned to like them.

There were other parts of the will that some of my siblings had to deal with personally, ones that I knew they were keeping close to the vest or not wanting to speak of at all. I didn’t blame them, not when my father could be so manipulative.

Another major component were these letters.

Each of our siblings had received letters from our father. Some more than one.

Our father could barely stand talking to me when he’d been alive, why would he bother when he was dead? Other than to find some way to hurt us, which was something he was so good at.

“Did you read it?” I asked, not bothering to reach for the letter.

“No. I thought about it. Not because I was curious and wanted to have a one-up on you.”

“You’re not like that, Flynn. You may joke, but you’re not cruel. You’re not him.”

“You have no idea what it feels like to hear that. The only reason I wanted to read it was to make sure that he didn’t fuck with you. But then I realized if I read it ahead of time, it’d feel like a betrayal.”

“You could have read it, Flynn. You’re allowed everything that I have. We shared a womb for God’s sake.”

Flynn grinned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Womb to tomb.”