Eight
Liam
“Are you limping?”
I ignored my twin’s amused expression and let my eyes glide over the other people lounging in our shared living room. Our brother Blaine sat with his arm around his redheaded wife on the sofa in front of the TV, and on the floor over by the floor-to-ceiling window, their toddler was busy playing on a square blanket.
“Blaine, Mira,” I greeted our guests as I walked from the hallway—doing my best not to limp—and threw myself on the sofa next to them. I couldn’t quite suppress the small groan when my worn body impacted with leather.
“It looks like you had a good night,” Louis continued, eying me up with a small measure of interest. “Maybe I should give the girl a go after all?”
It wasn’t an unusual comment, not for us. We’d shared more girls than I could co
