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“You saw him, Darragh. He’s a mess. Maybe I saw the old him in you.”
“That and he always dressed more hip, kept his hair longer than mine. I also broke my nose in college, rearranging my face slightly.”
“That’s it.” Ana stands up and strolls toward me. “That’s the slight difference I couldn’t pinpoint.” She brings her hand to my face. “May I?”
“May you what?” I grip her hand.
“Touch you.”
Fuck… I have to get a handle on these feelings and not do something I’ll regret.
“Touching me is dangerous, Anastasia.”
“Call me Ana. I certainly don’t want to be Stasia anymore.” Her fingers brush my collar, and the contact heats my neck.
“Did… Did Cormac take your virginity?” I ask in a low, husky drawl.
I don’t live in my older brothers’ world where virgins are commodities, but Stasia was her father’s jewel. She was expected to stay pure.
“Does it matter?”
“I guess not. Was sex with Cormac always consensual?”
“Um.” She lifts tear-filled eyes to me, and my heart falls.
Rage clouds my vision, like the perpetual fog of this damn, wet city.
I feel my soul passing through Cormac at this very moment. Twins feel each other’s pain. I hope he feels my fury, and it burns him until he’s choking.
“Did he force himself on you?”
“No, Darragh, he didn’t force himself on me. We had a great time for a while. I felt like he understood me. He promised to keep my real identity a secret and…”
“And?”
“He promised to bring me here to Seattle.”
“When?” I ask, my voice wobbling.
“It got muddy.” She shrugs. “He said he would drive me to Vancouver and…leave me there.”
“What happened?”
“This happened.” She points to her stomach. “He freaked out. Left me for a few days. I don’t want to talk about it. And we stopped having sex.”
She edges closer, and the air rearranges around me.
What is this?
“I see how you look at me, Ana. But I can’t… We can’t act on this.” I feign wariness. “I mean, you’re fucking gorgeous. And what you did for Sophie today, it…melted me.”
“I was happy to do it, obviously.” She clears her throat. “Will you drive me to Vancouver?”
“When?”
“Now. Tomorrow.” She futzes with her sweater. “If I give birth in Canada, my baby will be a citizen. I can disappear into the Canadian Rockies and—”
“Over my dead body.”
