He nodded.
She considered him for a long minute. “There’s nothing to find,” she said finally. “I’ve had all the resources of Tremaine Corporation on the attack and they tell me that they don’t have any idea who was behind it. Their best suspect is your little courier.”
“But what was her motive, Portia? Why would she have done it?” Even before he’d gotten to know Dizzie, that had been the sticking point.
“I don’t know. Maybe she snapped.” Lips pressed into a line, dark circles under her eyes, Portia looked like a woman barely holding it together. “It doesn’t matter. Security says she did it and Leopold agrees.”
Killian had been afraid of that. They hadn’t bothered to look for anyone else.
“Get out of my way,” Portia commanded, glaring at him.
With a wave of her hand, the four men stepped forward. Two grabbed his arm. He dug in, bracing himself in the doorway. He wouldn’t last long. There was only one more card to play.
“She’s your sister, Portia.” The words rushed out, louder than he intended.
Portia stared at him, searching for the lie. She threw back her head and laughed.
Any other time, he’d be happy to hear Portia laugh so freely.
Right now, he needed her to take him seriously. “It’s true,” he said, as soon as she paused to take a breath. “Didn’t the hospital call you?”
“Why on earth would they call me?” she asked archly.
“Blood and DNA tests proved that Dizzie is a Tremaine. She’s related to you and your father.” That still sounded strange to his ears.
That wiped the laughter from Portia’s face. “You’re lying.”
He shook his head. “I’m not. You can ask the administrator or the doctor. They made a call. Must have gotten your father. Or his assistant.” Years ago, Portia had mentioned that she almost wished she wasn’t an only child. This wasn’t the way Killian had wanted Portia to get her wish, but he had to make her feel a connection. It might be the only thing between Dizzie and some dark room in the basement of the Tremaine headquarters. Or worse, a dark hole in the ground.
She blanched. “It’s true?”
He nodded. “They ran the test twice.”
Portia swayed
He surged forward, pulling away from the guards and catching her before her security team did. “Get a doctor!”
Security clustered around him as he held Portia. He stared down at her slack face, studying features that he’d seen his whole life, searching for Dizzie.
For days, Dizzie had reminded him of Portia. Now, as he catalogued their nearly identical noses and the matching dimples in their chins, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen the resemblance sooner.
When Killian had learned they were sisters, he’d believed that the Tremaine name would protect Dizzie and allow him to keep the two women who meant the most to him in his life. Given the way they’d both reacted, now he wasn’t so sure.
Chapter39
When Dizzie woke again,the room was dark. Even without the steady beeping, she knew where she was. Maneuvering to not quite upright, she braced for pain. It was miraculously gone. Without it, or the earlier pounding in her head, she could sit up. Whatever they’d given her, it had worked.
Raised voices nearby drew her attention. One sounded like Killian. Relief rushed through her. After the way they’d left things, she wouldn’t be surprised if she’d driven him away.
She hadn’t handled things well. He’d done nothing but care for her. In no world would she react well to finding out she was related to Portia and Phillip Tremaine, but it wasn’t Killian’s fault. She owed him an apology.
Dizzie turned toward the chair by the bed, expecting him to be at her side. He wasn’t there. Had she imagined his voice? She strained to hear over the machines, catching snippets of conversation beyond the privacy screen.
“Hello?” she called.
“Are you okay?” Killian asked as he pushed the screen aside.
Her heart gave a ridiculous little jump when she saw him.
