I open the hatch to my SUV and wave at Nathan as he parks beside me. He gets out of his truck with a huge smile on his face. When my brother smiles he lights up the world. I’ve always looked up to him. He was an excellent student, a hard worker in every aspect of his life. He even opened up a gym in town that has been very successful. I wanted so much to be like him that I thought I would give my own business venture a try.

I moved to Oregon to start my own clothing line when I learned Ashland was the place to be in the up and coming world of sportswear. After watching how easy it was for Nathan to launch a thriving business, I thought it would be a piece of cake for me as well. Turns out it wasn’t. Starting a business is easy, but keeping it afloat is not. Despite some really great feedback on the clothes, I just wasn’t making enough to sustain the business. I ended up failing spectacularly and losing all my savings in the process.

“Come here and give me a hug!” Nathan says, charging toward me with all of his brawn. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and squeezes the life out of me. Clearly he’s been using his own gym to his advantage. His arms are like boa constrictors.

When he finally pulls away, I’m able to breathe. “Just like old times, right?” he says, motioning toward the house. “You and me, thick as thieves, just down the hall from each other.”

As upset as I am about my business failing, I have to admit, the terrible twosome—as my parents liked to call us—are back together again. We used to have so much fun together. We both love scary movies, and we would stay up all night watching them back to back. Even though I loved those kinds of movies, they gave me nightmares, and I’d always come running to Nathan in the middle of the night instead of my parents. He would send me back to my room with his blue Star Wars light saber nightlight, and I’d sleep like a baby.

“It’s good to be home,” I admit.

He glances at my trunk full of my stuff. “You haven’t started unpacking yet?”

“No, I was tired when I got here so I took a nap.”

“Well, let’s get you settled in and we’ll go have pizza.”

He grabs a box and I grab two bags of clothes, and we head toward the house. He reaches for the door handle and turns the knob. It’s locked. He looks confused. “Why did you lock the door if you were coming out here to grab your stuff?”

Shit, I didn’t think about that. “Old habit. You know how terrible the neighborhood was where I lived in Oregon. We locked our doors just to check the mail,” I say, quick with the lie.

It’s not entirely untrue. The neighborhood I lived in wasn’t that bad, but there had been several car break-ins. The town was mostly college kids and retired people, but it did have its fair share of crime. More than here, anyway. In the suburb where I grew up, people rarely locked their doors.

“I, for one, am glad you’re out of that place and away from that jackass you were living with. I never liked him, you know,” Nathan says.

“I know. You told me every time we talked on the phone.”

We load the boxes into the house. As I’m going outside to grab the last one, Mac is out in his yard, washing his car. He smiles and gives me a wave, and my heart melts all over again. When Nathan comes out, I hurry and look away.

Once all the boxes are in my room, I start to go through some of my old things. The room was left just as it was when I moved out. I figured Nathan would’ve turned it into an office or weight room by now, but nothing has changed. There’s at least five years worth of dust on all the surfaces. Doesn’t look like he’s ever stepped foot in it. I guess that’s a good thing, because as I explore, I find a shoebox full of pictures of Mac I’d saved throughout high school. Under the bed is one of Mac’s old practice jerseys he’d accidentally left of on the bus on his way home. I’d seen it on the seat as we were filing off the bus and had shoved it in my backpack. It still has the sweaty funk of teenage boy on it even after all these years. The smell takes me right back to high school like it was only yesterday and I was in my room pining over a boy I thought I could never have.

Not that I have him now. It was only sex, after all. Who knows how long he’s here for. Now that I think about it, it seems strange that he’s home. I follow the Whalers on all their social media accounts, and they sent out a Tweet recently that said they were traveling to Germany for a game. I know they have rigorous practices the weeks leading up to the games, so why is Mac home? He should be with his team—unless he’s hurt. Though, with the way he was moving in the bedroom, he definitely doesn’t seem hurt. I’ll have to ask him next time I get the chance. If anything, it will give me an excuse to talk to him again.

Nathan and I leave to go have pizza. Mac’s car is gone. I wish I could have gone on that drive with him. When we get to the pizza place we sit in a corner booth. This is the same pizza place our parents took us to as kids. Nothing about it has changed. Still has the same floral wallpaper and picture of chubby Italian cartoon guy holding a pizza on the door. Coming home is like stepping back in time.

I can’t stop thinking about Mac and I’m curious about my brother’s old rivalry with him. Now that they’re both adults and no longer in competition, I wonder if things have changed between them.

“It was weird seeing Mac Stillwell when I was unloading the boxes from my car,” I say tentatively.

My brother’s whole demeanor changes at the mention of Mac. He takes a bite of the slice of sausage and pepperoni in his hand and chews it like that bite did him dirty.

“Yeah,” he says, stuffing his face again.

I should leave it alone. He obviously doesn’t want to talk about it. But …

“Remember how much you used to hate him?” I say. I just can’t let it go. I need to know more.

Nathan sets his pizza down on his plate and balls his fists as if he’s holding himself back from throwing something. “I still hate him. More than ever.”

More than ever? I understand their high school sports rivalry, but now? What, did Mac not cut his lawn to the neighborhood regulations? Is his yard not as tidy as Nathan would like? It doesn’t make any sense.

“Why now more than ever?” I prod.

“That asshole came back to town and the first thing he did was open a gym. He’s going to put me out of business.”

Mac never mentioned that. Then again, we didn’t really get around to talking about our lives. We were too busy with other things.

“I’m sure there’s plenty of room in this town for more than one gym,” I say

“There isn’t, and you know it. Whose gym do you think people are going to go to? Just some average Joe’s, or the famous soccer player’s who has girls dropping their panties at the sight of him?”

My face grows hot and melts into a frown. He’s right. Mac is beloved worldwide. Men want to be just like him, and women want to be all over him. I was barely home ten minutes before I was naked in his bed, giving him my virginity.

“I’m sorry, Nate, I had no idea. I doubt he did it to hurt your business—” I start to say when Nathan cuts me off before I can get another word in.

“Mac is a piece of shit, Wanda. He doesn’t care who he steps on to get what he wants. I want you to stay away from him. He’s not a good guy. I have no doubt he’ll take one look at you and try to get you into bed.”

My heart slams against my chest and I fear Nathan will see the guilt written all over my face. If he finds out I slept with Mac, he’ll kick me out and our close bond will never be the same. I can’t let him find out.

When we leave the pizza place, I’m exhausted. Between the drive from Oregon to Washington, and my wild time with Mac, my eyes can’t stay open another minute. Nathan pulls the truck in the driveway and I see that Mac’s car is in the driveway. The light in the living room is on. I can’t help but think that Nathan is wrong about him. I don’t want to believe that Mac would deliberately open a gym knowing it will take business away from my brother. If that were the case, would he stoop so low as to sleep with Nathan’s sister just to piss him off further? Does their hatred for each other run that deep?

My stomach gets queasy as I start to wonder if I lost my virginity to someone who was only out to hurt my brother.