Kacie was and would forever be his sister.
And in a way... mine too.
***
Speaking of shit happening for a reason... the woman walking from customer to customer... talk about my man being her mirror image.
Then my brain started to work as I watched the woman.
I felt Nola’s eyes on me, then they moved to where I was looking, then she leaned over and whispered, “Do we like her?”
I shrugged, “I don’t know.”
We were currently in the next town over, helping Nola get the last bit of things she needed before her baby came into this world.
And I sat there and stared at the woman.
Two days later, I handed over the money to the private investigator and waited.
Four months later, I sat across from him as he slid a folder in front of me.
Three hours later, I talked to Merlin.
He talked to Nuke.
Khal winked at me as he drove.
***
As I stared at Grey and Kacie’s mother, I felt my heart hurt.
She hadn’t left them on purpose.
Neither of them ever knew.
They never knew that she had killed a man who was standing over the two of them in their bed while jerking at his cock.
Neither of them knew that she had called the cops on herself.
Neither of them knew that when she got out, she tried to find them.
But that asshole who was Kacie’s father had kept them hidden.
He had kept them hidden not only because he didn’t want his wife to know that he had fathered Kacie, but also because his brother was the sick bastard that she had killed.
Slowly, I walked up to her and smiled, “Hi, I’m Kimber. It’s nice to meet you.”
She smiled a confused smile as she said, “Hi, I’m Carrie.”
Then I pulled out my phone, pulled up the picture of Grey and smiled, “He got your eyes.”
Then I showed her the picture of Grey.
She gasped.
Then, hesitantly, she reached for my phone and for long moments she studied the photo.
Then she looked at my belly.
