Page 242 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

“I could have.”

Of course he could have.

That means he chose not to.

I reach for the bag quickly, but I do not step outside and I do not open the door any wider than necessary. I position myself squarely in the entrance instead, hoping Julian reads it as impatience rather than what it actually is.

Containment.

“Thank you,” I say.

“You’re welcome.”

Neither of us moves.

The night at the facility is suddenly everywhere between us again.

His hands.

His mouth.

The things we said before everything between us shattered into something neither of us has named yet.

For one terrible second, I think he is going to bring it up.

Then his eyes shift past me.

My entire body tightens.

His attention lands somewhere behind my shoulder.

I know exactly what he can see without turning around:

Theo’s sneakers are near the entryway.

His backpack is beneath the console table.

The ridiculous water bottle covered in stickers is sticking out of one side pocket. There is a drawing taped beside the kitchen entrance because Theo insisted the pulley design needed to stay where he could keep looking at it.

I look at Julian again.

His expression has changed.

“Sophie?”

I adjust the bag against my hip.

“What?”

His eyes flick briefly toward the sneakers, then the backpack.

“You…have a kid?”

My lips part.

Before I can answer, something clatters deeper inside the townhouse.

I turn immediately.