THE CLIFF HOUSE III~

“Ornery, vain, and annoying - yep, that pretty much sums me up. I need to write a theme song.” He gently laid my foot in the water, turned off the tap, restored the drain plug and situated himself beside me at the head of the bathtub. I lowered myself further into the water. I felt as relaxed as a bowl of noodles, with the exception of my heart, which was about ready to beat out my chest, as it always did when Sam was near.

I had sensed his return, so I shifted the conversation. “Why would you think you are the evil twin?”

“Because Devin is so good, and I am so bad.” His answer was simple.

“Devin wouldn’t agree with that. He was quick to tell me that he wouldn’t be alive, if it weren’t for you and your ‘twin sense.’”

“Well, what he doesn’t know, what no one knows, is that I hesitated that day out on the boat.” He peered up at me from lowered lids as if concerned that I would be shocked by his confession. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I waited for him to continue.

I didn’t have to wait