14 CHARLOTTEThe crowd thundered overhead as Luke grabbed my hand, pulling me to the edge of the bleachers where people were already pouring from the stands.
He mumbled something that sounded like a curse. “Game must be over.”
“Does that mean the concession stand is closed?”
He laughed when my stomach grumbled. “How is that even louder than the people around us?”
I shrugged. “Special talent, I guess.”
Luke led me by the hand as we blended into the crowd, weaving through the mass of people heading back to their cars. Here and there, I caught people looking at him from the corner of their eyes, their expressions half-adoring, half-confused—probably because they were trying to make out which twin he was.
Our earlier conversation about football came to mind. He’d really downplayed it, I k
