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“Hmmm.”
The vibration of her voice shot straight to Carter’s groin.
“Who’s the someone?”
“I’m not telling you that.”
She frowned in annoyance. “I can’t help if I don’t know all the details.”
“You’ll have to improvise,” he rasped.
She exhaled a sharp breath. “Is the person a credible source?”
Carter narrowed his eyes with a hint of amusement. “Yes and no.”
“It can’t be both.”
“A man fighting desperately for his life will potentially say anything to save it. That means he could have been telling the truth with the hopes of living to see another day or he could have been lying for the same reason.”
Her expression tensed and paled. “Wait, you said you found out tonight. I assume that meant while we were at Kohen’s house?”
Carter nodded and her eyes went wide.
“Someone died tonight?”
Carter nodded again but kept his eyes on her, still not verbalizing his responses.
“Did you do it?”
She visibly relaxed when he shook his head.
“Then who?”
“You know I’m not telling you who, Kenni.”
She chewed her lip and decided to move on, choosing her battles. “Which do you think it is? Was he telling the truth to save his life or lying to do the same…” She frowned. “Not that either option worked in his favor.”
Carter laughed lightly. “My father used to tell me all the time that names weren’t important and our identities were in our bloodlines. He rarely ever called me by my name. It was always son. I never put much thought into why back then, but shit, now? Viewing him from a different perspective….”
“And considering what that man told you, you wonder if your father calling you son is because of what you learned?”
“Yeah…”
Carter brushed a hand over his head. “He did the same with my mother. Hardly ever addressed her by name. It was always beautiful or my wife.”
“Their names weren’t real,” McKenna said quietly. Her eyes locked on his when she added, “But you’re wrong. It doesn’t change things. At least not who they were and how they loved you. He was right about that part, names aren’t important. You know who you are based on bloodlines. How people love you is what’s important. They’re still your parents. The same parents you loved and who loved you.”
“Glass half full.”
McKenna’s eyes narrowed. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Nah, it’s not. Not when it’s you.”
He crossed the kitchen, his hands landing on McKenna’s waist long enough to tug her into his frame and turn her toward the entrance, guiding her out.
“Where are we going?”
“To bed. You said I don’t sleep so that’s what we’re about to do.”
