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"And Morgan," Twisted adds, as if he's already invested in the woman somehow.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I ask.

"If there's going to be a strange man around the house my wife is at, I think I need to know."

Wishing I had taken my contacts out and traded them for my glasses, I press my fingers between my eyebrows, the headache only growing bigger. I pull in a deep breath, knowing I'm going to explain further, all the while knowing I shouldn't have to.

"Kincaid handpicked Whiskey the same way he handpicked all of you. He's one of us," I assure them. "Now, unless there's anything else that needs to be discussed, I need a refill."

I hold up my empty coffee cup. I'm not going to get a break anytime soon. I'm not comfortable knowing as little about this guy as I've been able to find, and I have no plans of resting until we can identify him.

I stand, following the guys out of the room.

Heathen makes a beeline to Kaylee, as I knew he would.

Seeing Morgan Spence for the first time in person almost takes my breath away. She's positively gorgeous. I knew that from the photos I researched, but those captured moments in time have nothing on her in person. Now I fully understand why Twisted has already gotten a little territorial over the woman.

When she lifts her eyes to me, the coffee cup in her hands drops, hitting the floor at her feet and shattering into a million pieces.

The look in her eyes tells me all I need to know before she can scream and lift her hand to point in my direction.

"That's him!" she declares.

I pull in a ragged breath and shake my head, annoyed that this is happening again.

"Fucking Henry," I grumble.

"Who the fuck is Henry?" Heathen snaps, looking like he's ready to take my head off at any minute.

"My twin brother," I explain, wondering why I hadn't even considered this.

The man I've been hunting knew too much about where to stand and how to position his body so he wasn't on camera.

He was knowledgeable enough not to have his face captured on any video feed. This is all very classic Henry.

"Care to explain?" Bandera asks as I turn back around and head toward the conference room.

There's no point in standing here and arguing with a woman that I'm not the man who seduced her and hurt her friend.

"I have an identical twin," I mutter, placing my empty coffee cup on the conference room table.

"And you didn't think that's something we needed to know?" Bandera growls. The man is inching toward my bad side.

"It was in my dossier," I say with as even of a tone as I can manage. "Did you bother to read it? Or have you only clocked the other guys in the house because you don't consider me a threat to the president patch?"

"What the actual fuck!" Twisted says as he enters the room. "Did you have any idea your brother was in town?"

It seems this guy read the information he was given.

"I had no clue," I assure him. "But she has to be right. I don't know of another guy who could pull off what he has."

"When you say identical?" Heathen asks when he joins us.

"We look exactly alike," I say. "I'm not so sure that I'm not Henry because my parents got us mixed up so much as babies."

"Great," Heathen mutters.

I don't apologize for my brother's actions. He's been inserting himself into my life for decades, and I'm not responsible for what the man does. I stopped making excuses for him long ago.

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