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But most of all, they’re filled with devotion.
Chapter
Fourteen
TIA
Loud voices have my attention turning toward the door as I struggle to make out the conversation.
Lucas’s muscles coil tight below me.
Slipping from his lap, I grimace at the flow of cum leaking from me as I adjust my panties back in place and tug the T-shirt down to cover my thighs.
“Tia, maybe . . .”
Ignoring Lucas, my pulse races as I swing open the office door and walk down the corridor toward the living area.
The unfamiliar voices lower. “I just want to see her,” the voice pleads.
“Now’s not a good fucking time,” Jace grits out.
“Why do you look like my mommy?” Harper asks as I round the corner.
My feet come to a standstill when I see the young woman in my kitchen, and like some strange magnetic pull, she turns her head to face me. My vision blurs, and I reach out to grip onto the wall, suddenly feeling so lightheaded it’s like I’m floating.
“Thalia, baby.” Jace strides toward me, his blurry face laced in concern.
Something inside me snaps me from my daze as my world feels like it’s erupting at a chaotic speed, leaving me dizzy for a moment, because the woman in my kitchen is a replica of me.
I hold my palm out to stop Jace from coming any closer, and the hurt in his eyes is there, but above all, there’s guilt, and the way his Adam’s apple slides slowly down his throat and his chest heaves tells me all I need to know.
“You lied to me,” I bite out, but I don’t address just him, because if Jace knows something, then the other guys do too.
My scowl flicks to Cole, his head falls forward, and his hands tremble until he stuffs them in his pockets as if trying to disguise his nervousness at the situation.
Glancing over my shoulder toward Lucas, his stare remains ahead.
“Mommy, why does she look like you?” Harper asks again, and a whimper leaves my throat.
How do I answer that? How do I tell my daughter I don’t know why the young woman looks like me, so much so, we could be twins.
She has golden hair that’s so straight it looks silky, whereas mine always has a kink to it. Her skin is pale, where mine is a little more golden, and her clothes are more sophisticated and pretty, where mine usually consist of jean shorts and camisoles.
I glance down at the oversized T-shirt with some gym motif on it. I’m like the rougher version of her.
There’s not a doubt in my mind we’re related.
“Maybe you guys should talk, alone?” the guy with her suggests. He’s wearing a suit, with his hair combed back that holds a wave to it. He has bright-blue eyes, maybe around forty years old, and the way he holds himself tells me he’s important.
Cole lifts his head and turns to face me. “Do you want me to stay?”
I clear my throat of the emotion lodged in it. “Did you know?”
He sucks in a deep breath, and guilt and regret pool in his eyes. “Yes.”
I reel back as pain hits me square in the chest, making it difficult for me to breathe. How could he do this? How could he lie to me? Out of the three of them, I’d have thought Cole would have told me. I thought he wore his heart on his sleeve, maybe I was wrong. Maybe it’s as deep and dark as Lucas’s selfish one.
“I don’t want you to stay.” He swallows thickly on my words.
