Double the D (Capricorn Cove, #2)

by Evie Mitchell

I'd even heard the whispers about how they did everything together. And when I said everything, I meant everything. Something I knew to be a fact, though I'd never admitted it to anyone, let alone myself.

"We let her slip right through our fucking fingers," Drake bemoaned our situation for the fifteenth time in as many minutes. "Hannah Sharp is nothing to us, but now Belle's gone."

"You know Belle is gonna cream the first time she sees me doing this to you," I muttered, giving him a small jerk.

Drake let her go, one hand coming to rest on the small of her back, propelling her toward me. "Go greet Dane." She complied, coming to me, letting me wrap her in a hug. Good girl. I breathed her in. She smelled like lemongrass and home. Our girl felt fucking fantastic in my arms.

Drake and Dane were the only "siblings" I'd ever wanted to sleep with. And it's strange, but I only ever viewed them as a package deal—I couldn't love one without the other.

I didn't want to say that pregnancy was a bitch but all evidence said pregnancy was a bitch.