“Right,” they say. “It was a closed adoption, but things are different now, especially with the advent of the internet and powerful search engines. Basically, your biological family has been unearthed, and well … we were asked to keep an eye on you.”
My face drops.
“What? What are you talking about?”
The twins look ashamed.
“We hired you through the agency at the behest of a friend,” Colt explains a bit hesitantly. “He’s dating your twin sister and?—”
“Twinwhat?” I ask in a startled voice, sitting upright. “What are you talking about?”
Cason steps in, his harsh features somber.
“You were separated at birth from an identical twin sister,” he explains. “There’s another woman out there with your face and features, but she was kept by your biological family while you were put up for adoption.”
“What?” I almost hyperventilate. “I can’t believe it!”
“I know this is a lot,” Colt growls, looking alarmed. “Do you want us to stop? You’re pregnant and we don’t want to stress you out too much, sweetheart.”
“You’ve already stressed me out enough!” I shriek. “Tell me everything!”
The twins nod, their expressions somber and serious.
“Our buddy, Cameron Hart, is dating your twin sister. He’s a billionaire, so he does a thorough vetting before getting entangled with any woman. He ran a background check on Rainey, and lo and behold, it showed that her dad’s a criminal with a dozen arrests for a multitude of sins. Not only that, but he uncovered the fact that Rainey has an identical twin –you.”
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I gasp, almost unable to breathe. “And?”
“And so Cameron wanted to know if your biological father’s bad genes were passed down in any way to his daughters. Don’t get me wrong because Cameron’s a sick fuck to even think that. But people still think that genes matter. Nature versus nurture, and all that BS.”
I stare at them.
“So he told you to stalk me.”
Colt and Cason immediately shake their heads.
“Not stalk. Cameron called and said that a young woman recently signed up with Ranch Sourcing, looking for work as a cattle hand. So we hired you, and he asked us to suss you out.”
“Forwhatthought?Addiction? Mental health problems? Violence?” I whisper hoarsely, my eyes bulging out of my head.
The twins don’t even bother to deny it.
“All of the above. Any of the above. And we were supposed to report our findings to Cameron. But sweetheart, we fell in lovewith you along the way, and never got back to that motherfucker. He’s a dipshit who can solve his own problems. He doesn’t need us to do his dirty work for him.”
I feel somewhat relieved because it’s clear the twins respect my privacy and want me to feel secure.
“So you didn’t tell your friend anything about me,” I state in a low tone.
“No, after we met you in person, we decided to cut off communication with Cameron. Except he let one thing drop,” Colt says.
“What?” I demand.
Colt shrugs.
“The woman he’s fucking actually started out as his babysitter. She’s a pretty young thing who looks just like you, so she’s a beauty with big tits and a sweet pussy, for sure. I have no idea how she went from babysitter to warming his bed, but there you go. She’s young and innocent, and again, goes by the name Rainey. Maybe you guys could meet up sometime.”
I sit up straight.
“Idefinitelywant to meet my identical twin sister,” I say in an outraged voice. “This is so crazy! Oh my god.”
