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“A relative, perhaps?” It was weak, but right now, it was the best he could think of.
“I don’t really look like any of my family.”
He shifted some hair behind her ear. “Have your parents ever mentioned any relatives you haven’t met?”
“No. But I could ask. I could go to that dinner.”
“That’s a good idea.” And even better that he’d be there and would be able to tell if they were lying.
“Freddie will probably be there.”
His muscles bunched. “We’ll explain to him it wasn’t you in his room.”
“And we’ll have to tell Amanda what he’s been doing. That will be fun,” she said sarcastically. Her gaze moved to the clothes on the floor. “Someone’s pretending to be me, Callum. Someone who has a key to my home. Someone who knows me well enough to know I have a birthmark.”
Her breathing increased too quickly again, and he touched his forehead to hers. “Hey. We’ll work this out. Together.”
She closed her eyes, cupping his head.
He kissed her, and that kiss went a long way in calming the storm of emotions inside him at thinking he’d lost her today. Because he had. For a few hours, he’d had to live with the thought that she’d gone back to her ex. That she was no longer his. And that had almost shattered him.
* * *
Fiona rolledonto her side and reached across for Callum. When she felt cold sheets, her eyes flicked open. It was the middle of the night, but Callum wasn’t here.
With a grimace, she pushed up to a sitting position. They’d eaten a quick dinner and gone to bed early, although it had taken her a long time to fall asleep. Callum had helped, with gentle strokes on her back and whispers in her ear.
Where was he?
A soft sound caught her attention. It was barely a whisper of fingers hitting laptop keys.
Slowly, she pushed the sheets off and rose to her feet. Callum’s T-shirt fell to her knees, and her toes sank into the soft carpet as she left the room. She stopped at the sight of Callum on the couch, laptop out. His brows were furrowed, like he was deep in concentration. Then his gaze shot up, and he smiled at her. He was good at that…pretending he was fine so she wouldn’t worry.
“Hey, beautiful. Did I wake you?”
“No, I did that on my own.” She tilted her head. “Everything okay?”
A bit of the smile slipped, and he held out a hand. She didn’t hesitate, crossing the room and sliding into the crook of his arm. “I found something.”
She tried not to react to the way he said those words, like he knew she wouldn’t like whatever it was. “Tell me.”
“I cross-checked the information on your birth certificate and hospital records.”
When he paused, she almost didn’t want to ask. “What is it?”
“Your birth certificate says you were born at Jensenville Memorial Hospital…but there are no records of you ever being born there.”
She shook her head, rolling his words over. “That…that doesn’t make sense.”
“I know.”
“So…my parents lied to me about my birth? Why?” Thoughts tumbled around in her head. She gasped. “Do you think… Could I have a twin sister somewhere?”
That was the only thing that made sense. A woman who looked exactly like her? It had to be an identical twin, right?
“Maybe.”
“But why would my parents lie about that? And where has she been all these years?”
