Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Harper Twins: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Abigail could be heard in the bathroom and Clint kissed Aimee's forehead once more before going to get his daughter out of the tub. She watched him disappear down the hallway, a smile of contentment on her face. The past couple of weeks were a turmoil of emotions between fighting with Karla, the confusion with Mitch, and discovering her feelings for Clint. She had to admit that Mitch had been exciting, but she could not have handled his unpredictable behavior for long. It just wasn't her. It was Karla, however, and she hoped that her sister would give Mitch the chance to prove to her that he was indeed the man for her. Karla would fight it, of course. She didn't care for commitment, didn't think that men could be committed to just one woman. Therefore, she decided a few years ago that she would be the one who played around and that the men would have to deal with it. Aimee was not that way, couldn't be that way. She believed in love and forever. She wanted the whole fairy tale and woul

She couldn't believe it. The man had his own frigging apartment! Why the hell were they doing the dirty deed right against the wall where Karla could hear every single moan and grunt? Revenge, that's what it was. Pure, cruel, unadulterated revenge. Aimee was getting her back for every time Karla brought a guy home and forced her sister to hear the lustful sounds of Karla's lovemaking. Rude. "They definitely seem to be having fun," Brad whispered, as he circled Karla's nipple with his finger. "Is it too much for you to relax and have your own fun? I'll understand if you just want to lay here and cuddle a bit."Karla stared at him, her eyes wide, lips pressed together. "Karla Harper does not cuddle. No, Aimee is only doing this because of how we acted the last time you came over. Nope. She's not going to get the last moan." She reached out to Brad's broad shoulders, pulling him down on top of her as she swung a leg around his legs and kissed his throat. "Now, fuck me."He just chuckled.

Wednesday night at Sand Dune boomed loud with music and laughing patrons, college kids and surfers fresh off the beach. Some even bothered to wipe the sand off their feet. Karla wiped down the counter, having to step on her tiptoes to reach the outer edge. She didn't mind, of course. Leaning over like that allowed her top to pop open as she teased the customers with her cleavage and promised them treasures just beyond their grasp. Heath, Sand Dune's bouncer five nights a week, winked at her as she glanced up, showing his appreciation of the view. Paul Kiser, owner and bartender, reached under her skirt and pinched her ass as he walked by on his way to the Glenlivet. Those who noticed, also cheered. Karla just yelped as she jerked upward, her squeal turning to laughter. She turned, smiling at him as she slapped her towel at him. He surprised her with the pinch, but it wasn't unexpected. Paul played grab ass with her ever since before he hired her. It was probably because of how much he

Mitch Greenway dropped his cell phone onto the work bench, as a chuckle escaped his lips. It was easy to get Karla rattled. She wore such a massive chip on her shoulder. He didn't understand why, either. She was pretty, no doubt. Sexy, even. However, she could really be a snot at times. His chuckle settled into a smile as he pulled a rag out of his back pocket, wiping his hands. Turning back to the Dodge Dakota he was working on, he made a five dollar bet with himself as to whether she would show up for dinner or not."Turned you down, didn't she?"He glanced over to where Sandy Elantra leaned back on the truck—her truck—with her hands gripping the edge of the truck bed, offering him a nice view of her round breasts as she made sure they were pushed out for his viewing pleasure. Her stance reminded him of the first night Karla appeared in his garage, offering herself up to him so that he wouldn't chase after her sister. It didn't stop him, of course. He fucked Karla right there in the

"Mr. Meyers? Yes, this is Mitch Greenway from Greenway Auto Repair. We just finished the brakes on your car and you can pick it up any time." He held the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he used an old T-shirt to wipe the grease off his hands. Mr. Meyers said he would be there before closing, and then both men said goodbye and hung up. Well, that's one job done. He shoved the greasy T-shirt into his back pocket and stepped back out into the garage to work on a Toyota pickup that needed a new transmission. This one wouldn't be going home today.He loved working on vehicles. He found it calming, almost meditative. While working a socket wrench, he could allow his mind to focus on other things. Staring up at the underside of the small pickup, his real paycheck, his thoughts turned to Karla and how complicated her stubbornness made things. He let out a sigh as he put his hands on his hips and continued to stare upward, not really seeing anything. So much for working and thinking at th