the resemblance. How did I not realize this before?! She looks exactly like him, just in female form. I swallow back the bile rising in my throat as I whisper, “Your… He’s… Oh my God… He’s your brother?”
Slumping against the wall to stay upright, I try to see through the spots wavering in my vision. Liam is talking so I try to concentrate on what he’s saying. He says that Dade is his bandmate and friend and that he is certainly Clove’s brother. He wants to know how we know each other… and is asking why Dade is calling me Rayne. Oh, God.
Dade looks at me and the disgust on his face makes me shrink back.
He lights into me. His flat statements are coming so fast, I can’t even follow completely. I said I worked in an office and I’m a baby doctor. His sister’s baby doctor. My name isn’t Rayne. While I’m flinching with every barb, and he’s laughing, but nothing about this is funny, he makes a direct hit… straight to my heart, “And for the record, I left in a hurry because I got a frantic call that my baby sister was in the hospital. I was going to call you once I got to the airport, but you never gave me your number. But then again, you also told me your name was Rayne. What the fuck else did you lie about? I’ve wasted enough time searching for someone who doesn’t exist and obsessing over lies, Dr. Melonie Bird.”
Wow, the insults keep coming and each one is more painful that the last. I am going to vomit at any second.
“Have a nice fucking life!” He says so coldly I’m not sure how it’s not snowing in here, before he storms down the hall and I hear the door slam against the wall as he wrenches it open.
What the hell just happened? What did I do? Oh my God…
I turn towards Liam and Clove who are staring from me to the door Dade just flew through with looks of worry and confusion on their faces. I can’t stay here. I have to get out of here. I’m about to puke or cry. Or both. I can’t be here.
I apologize and race for the door, leaving two stunned people in the hallway.
As I get outside, I heave into the bushes and puke until I can’t breathe. Tears are rolling down my face as I try to understand what the hell just happened and what I could have done differently.
As I sit in my luxurious car with the scent of leather and the ocean surrounding me, I cry until I can’t cry anymore.
My phone alarm goes off and I shake my head to clear it. I sigh as I see the reminder. “Dinner with Mom and Dad.”
I forgot all about that. I have about an hour to go over charts before I have to leave for Hammond to meet my parents. It’s been a few weeks since I went out to see them and my mom wants the whole story with Dade. Not the Cliffs Notes version I gave her on the phone a week ago.
For a little more than an hour, I bury myself in work. I have a lot of babies coming in the next few months, so I’ll be a busy doctor.
Closing the last chart, I stand and stretch. I need to go for a run but there’s no time. If I’m going to make dinner on time, I need to head out now. Who knows what traffic between Baton Rouge and Hammond will be like?
The drive relaxes me though the road construction on the Interstate in Louisiana never ends. They’ve been working on and off of this thing for about fifteen years. As I get closer to Hammond, and drive through Albany and Springfield, the city fades away and all you see are trees and nature. I enjoy it. The closer I get to Hammond, the more the landscape will change.
I take my turn and make my way to the restaurant. It’s my daddy’s favorite and we’ve been coming here since I was a child. It’s also a piano bar and six nights a week, they have live entertainment that can be heard throughout the restaurant.
Looking at the dash, I see I have ten minutes to spare, so I sit in the car and touch up my makeup before finger combing my long blonde waves. I look in the mirror as I fluff my hair and take in my appearance. My face is heart shaped
Melissa Marr and Tim Pratt