Abe winced and dug the toe of his boot into the grass. “I think I messed up.” Ben’s mouth opened. “You think?” “Look.” Abe spread his fingers wide then folded them together as if unable to decide what to do with them. “You know I’m not the smooth-talking one. You should have been the one to talk to Danny, not me.” Just because Abe was right didn’t mean Ben wasn’t pissed at his twin. Of the two of them, Ben was much easier with words. Abe tended to just get frustrated and use brute strength to get what he wanted. It made his work as a firefighter and smoke jumper a little easier but it sucked when it came to interpersonal relationships. Strangling his twin was out of the question because he needed the man in order to mate with Danny. For a true bonding, they both had to be there. They both had to claim Danny. They both had to accept that they would share a mate between them.
