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Chapter 13
Rena
Our tickets were booked to head back to Chicago on Thursday evening, so I had the day to take care of my business with the private investigator. If I wanted to make it happen, it had to be today. I was running out of time, but I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to meet my sister. I wasn’t sure I was ready.
Still, when I woke up on Thursday, the time limit pressed on me. I could always talk to the PI and see how things worked out. I didn’t have to decide right away if I wanted to meet my sister. I didn’t have to meet her at all if I didn’t want to. Making contact with the PI would be a good idea, and I had questions I needed answered.
I emailed Morgan Taylor, asking if it was possible to set up a meeting. It was short notice, but it was worth a shot. If it didn’t work, I wouldn’t try again. If it did, it was a sign that I was doing the right thing.
After I sent the email, I sat in front of my laptop, hitting the Refresh button over and over, anxious to get a reply. This would determine whether I was going to meet my sister or not, after all.
Morgan Taylor replied only ten minutes later and told me he was happy to meet me for lunch. My stomach tightened. I was suddenly nervous. This was really happening. At the back of my mind, I had prepared myself for a rejection, or no response at best. I had prepared myself to be turned down.
But now it was happening.
A knock on my door startled me. I opened it and Brent stood in front of me. He was handsome, dressed in khaki pants and a cream-colored collared shirt that made him look put together and in charge, even though he wasn’t wearing a suit.
“I want to take you out to lunch today,” he said. “And a bit of sightseeing afterward for our last day in Boston.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but I already have plans.”
Brent frowned. “What plans?”
What was I going to say to him? Was I going to tell him the truth about my past, or was I going to lie to him? I had to go to this meeting.
“It’s nothing serious,” I said.
“So, tell me.”
He was pushing this. Why was he so interested? He’d never come across as the clingy type before. Not that this was clingy at all. He only wanted to know what I was doing because I was rejecting him for lunch. I took a deep breath and sighed.
“I’m going to meet a private investigator.”
Brent raised his eyebrows, and I knew I had to tell him the full story now. I opened the door so he could step into my room. He sat down on one of the love seats in the corner and looked at me intently.
“I’m adopted. A private investigator contacted my mom and let her know I had a sister who’s looking for me. I’m here to meet with him to find out more about what’s going on.”
“That’s a lot to take in,” he said.
“Sorry.”
“No, I mean for you. I didn’t know you were adopted, obviously, but it must be hard to find out you have a sister.”
I was surprised by his reaction; Brent understood it without even knowing the full story. I had only told him a small part of it, summarizing it in the simplest way I could so he knew where I was headed. I felt bad that I’d come to Boston with ulterior motives, but Brent didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Let me come with you,” Brent said.
“What? Why?”
“Because this is tough. This PI is a stranger, and it’s always good to have support.”
He was right. I didn’t know Morgan Taylor at all, and this was going to be hard. Having Brent there could help.
“Okay,” I said after thinking about it for a moment. “But let me handle it. And don’t go all alpha male on the guy.”
The last part had been a joke. Everything was so tense right now, I needed that comic relief.
Brent seemed to understand it because he said with a wink, “I can’t make any promises. ”
I had agreed with Morgan to meet him at the Dunkin’ Donuts in town instead of going for a full lunch. I didn’t want to spend that much time with the guy, and I wanted to be able to run away if it was too much for me. I was more nervous than I thought I would be, and I was glad Brent was with me.
“What does he look like?” Brent asked when we stepped into the store.
