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“Okay. Grace and I will see what we can find out.”
“Thanks, Simon.”
“No problem, cousin. You know I got you.” He winked.
After we surfed for a while, we took our boards out of the water.
“Grayson.” Jackson walked over. “Did Ava tell you about our conversation yesterday?”
“No. She didn’t. What conversation?”
“I asked her if she’d be willing to let me do a brain scan on her.”
“And? What did she say?”
“She said yes and was cool about it. I’m doing it for research purposes. This is new territory for me, and I want to explore it.”
“She’s not a test subject, Jackson.”
“I know that, and so does she. As I said, she’s cool with it. We’re going to set up something next week.”
“I want to be there, so do it at the hospital.”
“I was planning on it.” He placed his hand on my shoulder.
I went back to the house. When I stepped through the sliding door, Ava was standing in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee in her hand while scrolling on her phone.
“Nice outfit.” I smiled as I walked over to her.
“Thanks. Your T-shirts are very comfy. Don’t get mad at me, but I have to ask you something.”
“Okay.” I grabbed a mug from the cabinet.
“When I was looking for a T-shirt, I opened the drawer where you keep your underwear. I’ve never met anyone who has them folded perfectly and sorted by color.” She tried to hold back her laughter. “Who are you?”
“That was not me.” I pointed at her. “That was Ophelia. Didn’t you see my closet?”
“No.”
“She rearranged everything by the type of shirt and color. She did the same with my pants.”
“Oh. I should have known. I’m sorry.”
“For what?” My brows furrowed. “I like it.” I gave her a wink.
After finishing my coffee, I showered, dressed, and drove Ava back to her apartment. While she was changing, I opened the door to the guestroom and stared at the painting that sat on the easel.
“That’s Freya’s work.” Ava startled me as she stood in the doorway.
“It’s beautiful.” I turned and looked at her. “Tell me something. Who takes the paintings to the art gallery?”
“She does mostly. When I do, the owner thinks I’m her sister.”
“I don’t understand.” My brows furrowed. “Does he think you’re identical twins?”
“No. When Freya takes over, she has her own style.”
She opened the closet door, and I stared at all the clothes that hung there, along with a few different colored wigs.
