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The two stared at each other, unmoving. The air between us became thick and charged, questions demanding to be answered.
My attention bounced between them—same color hair, same brown eyes, same chiseled jawline. The cold hard truth stole my breath.
Holden squeezed my fingers, then spoke in a whisper. “Jesus, I think you might be my brother.”
Chapter Thirteen
Reid blinked a few times, still quiet. He cleared his throat and shoved his hand through his shoulder-length hair. “I think you might be right. How old are you?”
“Twenty-two.”
“Twenty-three … I think,” Reid said.
“Reid has been here the majority of his life.” I looked up at Holden. “I promised he could stay with us. He … he saved my life and kept me sane. He’s important to me.”
From the expression on Holden’s face, I didn’t need to explain anything. He was all in. “Absolutely.” I didn’t miss the hitch in his voice. Something was off, but I was pretty fucking certain he’d just found a brother he had no clue about.
“I’ll pay for the DNA test if you want to find out for sure,” Holden said to Reid.
“I have no idea what that is, but if it tells us if we’re related, then I’m all in.” Reid looked at Holden quizzically. “This is some freaky shit,” Reid said quietly. “I feel like I’m looking into a mirror.”
“Yeah, man. I agree.” Holden’s thumb stroked the back of my hand as he looked at Reid.
I quickly hugged Reid. “We should get checked out and answer any questions.”
“Let me call Zayne and tell him where to meet us.” Holden fished his phone out of his back pocket.
While Holden made the call, I talked to Reid. “When the FBI came to get me, I assumed Anthony had turned on us. I was scared shitless.”
“Me, too. I think they raided the properties farther out first so no one would have the opportunity to run.”
Pressing my lips together, I realized I had a ton of questions. We all did.
“River,” a warm, deep voice said from behind me.
I spun around, identifying Zayne as he walked toward me. He flashed me a huge grin, his green eyes sparkling. As usual, he wore dark pants and a polo shirt with the Westbrook Security logo on it. Zayne had been Holden’s bodyguard first, then, after Tim tried to assault me and we learned about his secret life as an illegal weapons dealer, Zayne had been reassigned to protect me. It was so good to see him.
“Hey, Zayne.” A huge smile eased across my face, and I closed the gap between us. I threw myself at him, hugging him tightly while blurting apologies. “I’m sorry, Zayne. I’m so, so sorry … I’m glad you’re here.”
Zayne returned my embrace, then took a step back and assessed me. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?”
“I’m a lot better now.” I reached over and squeezed Holden’s bicep. “I’m ready to get all of this over with and go home.”
“Let’s do it,” Zayne said, gawking as he glanced behind me.
He didn’t have to say a word. I knew who was standing there. “I would like to introduce you to someone.” I led him in front of the two men.
“Wow.” Zayne didn’t bother masking his surprise as he stared at Holden’s almost-twin.
“This is Reid. He was in the cell next to mine.” The casualness in my tone scared me. It was like I’d introduced a classmate or the next-door neighbor in a residential neighborhood. I had to be in shock.
Zayne and Reid shook hands.
“Brothers?” Zayne asked, his attention bouncing between them.
“We think so. I suppose we could be doppelgangers,” Holden said, his long fingers rubbing his stubbled chin.
“Shit, you’re practically identical. Who’s older?” Zayne crossed his arms over his massive chest, the corded muscles rippling beneath his shirt sleeves.
