Books by Elizabeth Reyes
Desert Heat
Defining Love
Moreno Brothers Series
Forever Mine
Sweet Sofie
Forever Yours
When You Were Mine
Always Been Mine
Romero
Making You Mine
Tangled—A Moreno Brothers novella
5th Street Series
Noah
Gio
Hector
Abel
Felix
Fate Series
Fate
Breaking Brandon
Suspicious Minds
Again
Rage
His to Guard
Uninvited
Boyle Heights Series
Lila
Beast
Looking Glass Series
Girl in the Mirror
We Were One
We
Were
ONE
Elizabeth Reyes
We Were One
Elizabeth Reyes
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2018 Elizabeth Reyes
Edited by Theresa Wegand
Cover Design by Amanda Simpson of Pixel Mischief Design
To the only one who could ever evoke this kind of emotion—my other half—my soul mate. I love you forever.
Table of Contents
PART ONE
Prologue
Chapter. 1: Jailbait
Chapter 2: The Game
Chapter 3: Hooked
Chapter 4: Sweet Seventeen
Chapter 5: Now You Know
Chapter 6: Rumor?
Chapter 7: Madly
Chapter 8: My Weakness
Chapter 9: Ms. HELLman
Chapter 10: Forbidden Paradise
Chapter 11: D-Day
Chapter 12: Overheated
Chapter 13: Amor Eterno
PART TWO
Chapter 14: First year without her
Chapter 15: Radcliffe
Chapter 16: Dr. Hidalgo
Chapter 17: Ghost
Chapter 18: The stars align
Chapter 19: Angel of Mud
Chapter 20: More Questions
Chapter 21: Claiming Her
Chapter 22: Embracing the Memories
Chapter 23: A Hunch
Chapter 24: Delusion or Deception?
Chapter 25: The Unthinkable
Chapter 26: Our Insane New Normal
Epilogue
Looking Glass #3
Excerpt from Lila
Also by Elizabeth Reyes
Acknowledgments
About the Author
PART ONE
Prologue
“No!” I cried out as my throat began to constrict, and it got harder to breathe suddenly. “God, no!”
My brothers held me up from going down any further. I could see their panic-stricken faces saying stuff to me, but I couldn’t hear anything. There was no sound anymore. I couldn’t even hear my own voice, but I knew I was crying out louder than I ever had because my throat was on fire now. I couldn’t breathe, and I clutched my chest, still trying to cry out in spite of it all.
I was surrounded by paramedics suddenly and other unfamiliar faces saying stuff I couldn’t hear either. But I struggled to fight them too until, like the sound, all my other senses gave out and everything went white.
Chapter. 1: Jailbait
2-1/2 years prior
I never stood a chance. I should’ve known it from the moment she officially walked into my life that she’d so effortlessly bring me to my knees. After that night, she became a permanent fixture in my head. Maybe not always in the forefront of my thoughts in the very beginning, but there nonetheless. Always there.
While we were both born and raised in the smallish town of Huntsville, Kentucky, it wasn’t until after I’d graduated from high school that the Hellman twins even made a blip on my radar. My youngest brother, Nolan—known to most as Mouth because he was always talking—had begun mentioning the twins his sophomore year in high school.
Madeline and Margaret Hellman, known around town as Maddie and Maggie, were all-American, blond, and bright-eyed identical twins. I’d seen them in and around town with their mama and grandma always fawning over them, but I’d never paid much attention. They were little girls as far as I was concerned—about fifteen or sixteen to my eighteen years when I first started hearing about them. Mostly, I just considered my brother so much younger and immature, and since they were in the same grade, I assumed they were too.
I’d been wrong.
As it goes in small towns, everybody knew everybody’s business. At least a version of the truth. The story with the Hellman twins was like that of a lot of twins; they were polar opposites. One was far more outgoing and a spitfire compared to her more timid and demure sister. Of course, at first, I didn’t know which was which and didn’t care enough to inquire further. All I knew was Nolan had a thing for Maggie—the quiet one. They shared a few classes, and he’d nudge me or point her out anytime we happened to see them around town.
By the time they were just a little older and he’d point them out, I’d begun doing double takes. In the short time I’d become more aware of them, they’d gone from the little girls I’d dubbed them to the stars in the wet dreams of every teenage boy in town. Long honey blond hair. Big baby blues you could appreciate even from across a crowded farmers market. Which happened a lot since my brothers and I often accompanied our grandmother to the farmers market.
On one of those trips to the open market, I first noticed more than just the physical stuff, like the legs that went on forever with curves that could make even grown men turn. I knew because I was one of them. Granted, I was almost nineteen now that I’d begun with the double takes. Still, I was an adult, and they couldn’t have been much older than sixteen.
This week my brother Joaquin aka Quino and I were the ones who would be helping Ama, as we call Grandma, lug her veggies and fruits around as she shopped. Quino and I were chatting with Roy, the garlic guy who’d been a vendor here since I was a kid, when I overheard that familiar, sweet laugh.
I turned to see the twins with their mother and grandma. One of them was pushing their grandma around in a wheelchair. They’d stopped as one of them applied what looked like sun block on their grandma’s face. I immediately knew which was which, even though Madeline wasn’t even facing me. The continued laughter was the dead giveaway.
While Margaret stood behind her grandmother’s wheelchair, smiling but not laughing like Madeline, her more animated sister continued to giggle as she applied a generous amount of the stuff on her grandma, who didn’t seem thrilled about it. For as much as her grandmother was frowning, it was obvious Madeline’s laugh was contagious, and the corners of her grandmother’s lips twitched upwards a few times. I even caught myself smiling.
“They grew up fast.”
I turned to Quino, who was looking in the twins’ direction then back at me with a lifted brow. Shrugging it off,
I brought my eyes back to Roy’s garlic stand and pointed at the sign. “I’ll take some garlic fries.”
“Coming right up.”
“I guess,” I said to Quino, who was still eyeing me curiously.
Seeing as I wasn’t about to get any deeper into a conversation about the twins, Quino changed the subject to talk about the shop. My family owned the embroidery shop in town. We had a lot of biker clubs coming through here, and Cortez Embroidery Designs had made a name for itself—not just in Huntsville but with biker clubs from all over, which often made our shop a stop on one of their runs. They got a lot of their biker accessories, like their leather goods, embroidered by us, and tomorrow one club was scheduled to make a stop.
“Xavier just texted me,” Quino said, motioning to his phone. “They got the delivery just now. It’s a big one.”
“Perfect,” I said, taking the fries from Roy and handing him my money. “Just in time.”
Xavier was the third of my three brothers, and we all knew the drill. Anytime one of these biker clubs rode through town, we had to make the most of the opportunity. So, we made sure to stock up just for the occasion.
We shared the fries as we talked about how we’d have our hands full tonight unloading all that inventory and putting it on display in time for tomorrow. As Ama moved along the market, from one vendor to another, Quino and I followed along, holding her accumulating bags, and continued to discuss the shop. Though I was often distracted from the laughter that was never too far in the distance.
At one point, I got caught up watching as Madeline’s family stopped at one of the few vendors not selling food. Madeline giggled as she tried different sunglasses on her grandmother. It was easy to differentiate her bubbly personality from her sister’s more reserved one. Despite the constant mischief that danced in Madeline’s eyes, something about her take-charge personality seemed to be the life or center somehow of her little family’s dynamic.
Not even until the drive home when Madeline was long out of sight did I realize something else. It wasn’t just her ever-smiling demeanor that I’d been distracted by time and time again throughout our time at the farmers market. She was also the far more affectionate of the two. While she’d been playful and seemed to be doing a lot of teasing, she was also quick to lean over and kiss her grandmother on the head more than once. She brought her arm around her sister several times, and many of the times I’d inevitably turned in her direction, her arm was hooked into her mother’s as they walked along happily.
In every instance, I’d found myself inadvertently smiling. But it wasn’t until the drive home that it hit me. She reminded me of my mother. My mother died when I was just a kid, and many of the memories of her had faded over the years, but the one thing I’d always remember about her was how happy and loving she’d always been. I was too young to know it then, but at that moment, it dawned on me. My mother had been the light of my life—the light of all our lives. She’d been the Madeline in our family: the eternal giver of love and affection to everyone from my father to Ama—her mother-in-law—to each of her boys. There was nothing she couldn’t make better for any of us, and like Madeline, she had the ability to light up a room just by entering it.
As bittersweet as the memories were, I was relieved. It made sense now why I’d be so distracted by her, despite knowing I had no business being intrigued in any other way by her. As thoughts of my mother distracted me, by the time we dropped Ama and her groceries home, thoughts of Madeline were overshadowed with sweet memories of my mother. And by the time we arrived at the shop to start unloading the new inventory, the niggle of worry I’d begun to feel about my fascination with the young girl was completely gone. It had been just like one of the many other things that brought on sudden memories of my mother that so easily could change my mood and entire frame of mind.
At least I thought it was.
Every time I saw Madeline after that day, I was inexplicably awestruck. Everything about her was breathtaking now. Breathtaking enough that I’d begun concentrating on not getting caught up each time. And then it happened. I met Ama for lunch at a local café. Ama lived with us, but she worked three hours a day as a teacher’s aide at the local elementary school. Had for as long as I could remember. So occasionally, we met up after her shift and during my lunch hour and grabbed something, before she headed home and I headed back to the shop.
We were halfway through our meal when in walked the Hellman women: Madeline, Maggie, their mother Ms. Hellman, and they wheeled in their grandmother. As usual, it was impossible not to be drawn to them—her. In my defense, I wasn’t the only one in that café who turned and looked. My grandmother and a few others did as well. Only I was incapable of keeping my eyes from roaming in their direction for too long.
More alarming, I was pretty damn sure now I could absolutely tell them apart, despite how identical they were. Margaret smiled enough and her smile was just as sweet. She even had that hint of mischief in her eyes like Madeline, yet Margaret seemed to be holding back as if she had a secret.
Madeline, once again, seemed to be an open book. She held nothing back with eyes that lit up whether she was smiling or speaking seriously about something. She had this air of energy and life and . . . waywardness she carried with her so unapologetically. Even as she sat at the table with the other three women, she was once again the life of the group—from the way she smiled big and spoke with confidence, to the way she listened intently, giving whoever was speaking her full and undivided attention.
Ama excused herself to the ladies’ room, and I was left there by myself trying to keep my eyes from wandering in the Hellman’s direction. When Madeline slid out of her booth suddenly, taking her mother’s keys, I breathed in, relieved that she walked outside. It gave me a break from all the restraining I’d been doing.
Then she walked to their minivan, which, of course, was parked in clear view of my window. Once again, I was powerless to keep from looking. She slid the side door open and pulled out a book or magazine of some kind. Like so many of the other times I’d seen her these past several weeks, she was wearing shorts. Not like the short shorts some of the other girls in town wore, but her legs were long enough that any length of shorts on her was eye-catching as hell.
I was so caught up in eyeballing her legs I didn’t even notice Shane at first. I knew him from school, and he still came in the shop every now and again. Like my brothers and me, he was also into buying old motorcycles and fixing them up. I had nothing against the guy, except that I knew he could be shady. Hence openly approaching an underage girl and ogling her so obviously when he knew he’d be in deep shit if he tried for more.
Like most other boys I’d seen her talking to, Shane, too, had that hopeful look in his eyes. Only he wasn’t a boy. He was a man—my age—who had no business getting any ideas about her.
I watched as he sat there on his bike in the middle of the parking lot, chatting with Madeline. The whole time he wore this big wolfish smile on his face. She smiled sweetly at whatever it was he was saying. The way she carried herself, so full of confidence with those bright eyes and ongoing carefree demeanor, made her seem much older than her sixteen years.
As if on cue, Ms. Hellman called out for Madeline. I’d been so sucked into watching them I hadn’t even noticed her mom get up. But she was now standing by the café entrance, holding the door open. Of course, Shane took off almost instantly. Ms. Hellman watched him for a moment, the disapproval all over her face, before going back to her booth. Madeline started back to the café as well then seemed to remember something and rushed back to the van. She slid the side door open again and fetched a binder of some sort out of the backseat then closed and locked the door.
When she turned back toward the café, she happened to glance in my direction and saw me watching her. She slowed, and her expression softened from her harried one. That blond hair of hers practically glowed around her face, and for the life of me, I couldn’t look away.
“That Loret
ta is going to have her hands full with those girls in a couple of years.” Ama’s comment as she reached our booth broke me from the spell I’d been pulled into. “Seems those twins of hers turned into little women overnight.” Ama slid into the booth across from me again. “Very pretty little women.” She picked up the dessert menu from between the condiments, opening it in front of her as she peered over it and raised a telling brow. “Very tempting little women most men around these parts need to remember are still minors.”
Clearing my throat, I responded to Ama’s comments with nothing more than an indifferent grunt. I hoped she was done, and it seemed like she was until she added one more thing without looking up from her menu.
“You saw Loretta just now, Nico,” she said in a lower voice. “That woman don’t play. Remember that the next time you decide to burn a hole through one of her daughters the way you were doing just now.”
While I didn’t respond, and I knew Ama didn’t expect me to, the warning was duly noted. I wasn’t even sure what the hell happened that had me staring at her so obviously, but after that day, it was as if she was everywhere.
It was even worse than after the farmers market because, from that day on, I couldn’t go anywhere and not see her or at least hear something about the Hellman twins. As crazy as it sounded, it also became clear to me now that my attraction to a girl I knew nothing more about than what everybody else knew about her from afar, was more than just physical.
Even the times she was with her friends, she tended to lead the way with them as well. I realized a big part of my fascination with her had nothing to do with her reminding me of my mother like I’d been trying to convince myself. Madeline exuded something else that made me nervous as all hell—sensuality. But it was an innocent sensuality. It was difficult to explain. You could just see it in those eyes. She oozed womanly sensuality, and she didn’t even seem to know it. That, coupled with her undeniably bubbly personality, was the only way I could explain why already I was fixated on her specifically. Otherwise, I might have been looking at her sister in the same way.