“I haven’t called my sister.”
He grabs his phone, pulls up her contact, and hovers over the call button. For a second, he just lies there, staring at the screen, thinking about what she’s going to say. What she’ll think. How she’ll feel when she finds out she’s been an aunt for nearly seven years—and never knew.
“Here goes nothing,” he mutters as he hits the call button and presses the phone to his ear.
It only rings twice.
“Hey, sis.”
“What’s wrong, Jax?”
“Nothing. Why?”
“You only say that when something is wrong.”
“I’ve got some news.”
“Does it have something to do with the fact that you missed our weekly call last night?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I was at dinner with someone.”
“You skipped our call to take some chick to dinner?”
“No, I was with Sara and—”
“Claire’s sister? Why the hell would you do that?”
“I was with her… and your niece.”
“Whose niece? I don’t have a niece!”
“Actually… you do.”
“Jaxon Asher Stone, you better not be fucking with me.”
Jaxon takes a deep breath and begins explaining. The letter. The dream. Sara showing up at his front door. The moment it all changed.
“Did you get a DNA test?” she cuts in.
“It’s not necessary, sis.”
“Jaxon, how do you know she’s yours?”
“I’ll send you a picture of her.” He ignores the question entirely.
“No need,” she says flatly. “I’ll be there by lunch.”
“You don’t hav—”
The call ends.
Damn. She just hung up on me.
Jaxon throws the covers back and gets moving—fast. Shower. Clothes. Straight to Sara’s room. He knocks once before the door creaks open.
“Well, now the roles are reversed,” Jaxon smirks, catching Sara in a towel.
“Shut up, Jax. I just got out of the shower.”
