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Right now, I need to get lost, and I hope I’ll be able to find myself again. I’m not sure who I even am anymore.

But one thing is for certain: love doesn’t exist.

CHAPTER TWO

COLT

It’s just past eight, and already, I’ve got that feeling in my chest, like my day’s about to turn into something I didn’t plan for. It bubbles under the surface. After scarfing down a hearty breakfast at the diner on Main, I swing by my twin sister, Remi’s, place. Now that she and the love of her life, Dr. Cash Johnson, are renting one of my properties in town, I don’t feel bad about dropping in unannounced, even if it pesters them. That’s how it is around here.

In a family of ten, it’s easy to get drowned out, but not when you’re a twin. Remi and I have always found each other in the chaos. Not to mention, the attention was always on us because our parents loved to dress us the same.

I take the porch steps two at a time, grinning as I catch sight of them through the window. They’re chatting in the kitchen like they don’t have a care in the world. With a smile planted on my face, I knock on the door.

When Remi opens it, I’m already wearing a cocky smile. “Good morning, sunshine. Did you have fun last night?”

She gives me a look like I’m three cups of coffee too enthusiastic. My sister is still in her pajamas, bare feet, and I doubt she’s taken her first sip of caffeine yet.

“Are you gonna invite me in?” I ask, giving her the full once-over.

“No,” she deadpans.

Before the knob can catch, I move my boot forward and hold the door open. “I’m coming in. Sorry to bother the newlyweds, but Mom told me to tell you that dinner is on Thursday.”

Her expression twists into disbelief. “You came here to tell me that?” she asks, even though she already knows.

The truth is, I’ve missed her company.

“Yep, and to share with you that I think I might’ve figured out what happened with Fenix,” I say, wandering toward the kitchen, where her husband, Cash, is standing.

He gives me a head nod like me being here is normal. It is.

“Seriously?” Remi crosses her arms, tilting her head.

The two of us have made it our mission to understand what happened to Fenix. If someone hurt her, I will fuck them up. No one messes with our little sisters.

Fenix is almost six years younger than us. Her ditching her full-ride scholarship, quitting the equestrian team cold, then showing up on our parents’ porch with nothing but a packed car and silence has been a mystery. She recently finished her degree online and is living at home with our parents and my youngest sister, Vera. None of us know why she left college, and every time I ask, she shuts me down. I want to know she’s okay.

“Yeah, it had to do with??—”

A sharp knock cuts me off, and the three of us glance toward the front door.

Someone presses their face against the frosted glass, but it’s too cloudy to see clearly.

“Answer it,” I say, grabbing myself a mug like I live there too.

Cash smirks, not saying much. He’s not a morning person though, so it doesn’t surprise me that he’s quiet. She opens the door, and suddenly, the air changes.

A woman stands on the porch—dark-haired, green-eyed, and so completely out of place that it feels like the universe is playing a trick on me. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but she’s got this way of holding herself like she’s built from stone.

“Oh, um … one second,” Remi says, then pivots and shoots me a glare I know all too well. “A gorgeous woman is searching for you.”

I laugh, skeptical. “I’m not falling for that.”

“I’m serious,” she insists.

Cash raises his brows at me like,Good luck, buddy.

“I’m telling the truth.” Remi sighs and turns back to the doorway. “Would you like to come in?”

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