Page 28 of My Twin Sister's Extremely Famous and Incredibly Hot Neighbor

The smell hits me, and my mouth waters. “I love chicken curry.”

The last of my anxiety melts away as I scratch behind Squint’s ears. It is wonderful to have him back in my arms.

Dustin dishes us both some rice and puts the chicken curry on top. “You said you have a sister. Is that your only sibling?”

“Yes. What about you? No siblings?”

He chuckles. “I thought the whole world knew everything there is to know about my family.”

I shrug. “I don’t read the gossip columns.”

His mouth pops open. “You don’t? Not even when you’re in them? That’s when I read them.”

I shake my head. “I don’t.”

I hate the lies they print about Jera. They make her look trashy, going from man to man, using them for her own personal gain. I know her too well to believe those lies.

“Okay then,” he says as he sits down beside me and hands me my bowl. “That’s probably good. I should follow your lead. And I have no siblings. It’s just me, and my very famous parents.”

I nod, not really knowing who his parents are. “Who are they, again?”

“You really don’t know?” He shoves a bite of curry into his mouth.

“No.”

“My father is Shane William Douglas, and my mother is Allison Taylor.”

“Ah, yes. I know who they are. Are they still together?” I grab the take-out bag and dig out a pair of chopsticks.

“No. They split up when I was young.”

“I’m sorry.” I touch his arm.

“Don’t be. They needed to be divorced. Sometimes it’s better for people to go their own ways.”

“Your father was in a movie recently, wasn’t he?”

“Yes.Wrong Number. I haven’t seen it yet. I was on location filming.”

I pick out a piece of chicken from my bowl with the chop sticks. “Want to watch it?”

“Sure.” He picks up the remote and finds it on a streaming service.

I pop another piece of chicken in my mouth. “At what age did you start acting?”

“Six. I did some commercials and some kid shows.”

“Wow, that’s young.”

He glances over at me. “Too young.”

“You wouldn’t start your kid with acting at that age?” I shift Squint so he’s sitting more on my lap.

“No. Kids should be kids. In many ways my childhood was taken from me. If I ever have kids, I wouldn’t want them to work until they were at least in their late teen years.” He scrolls to find the film.

“I can see why you’d feel that way.”

He turns to me. “Not that I’m not grateful for everything my parents did for me. I’ve had a long and profitable career. I just think there’s more to life than work. I don’t know that my parents have figured that out yet.”

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