the thought that she had also been hurt.
“She died a long time ago.” I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t ready to go into details, so I didn’t press. “I have something of hers I want to give you. I can tell by looking at you that you’re my brother; however, my lawyers insist on a DNA test first.”
“You don’t have to give me anything, though, I think it would be nice to know for sure.”
“She would’ve wanted you to have it, and I don’t want or need it. Once we get the test results back, I’ll get it all set up.” Marina slid a photograph across the table. “This is our mother.” There was no doubt she was my mother, even though her eyes were golden brown.
“She was beautiful,” I said. My eyes were locked on the image of the woman who gave me life.
“I agree.” When I looked up, she was silently begging me to move on to another topic of conversation. Unfortunately, she beat me to it. “So, you want to tell me why you were so grumpy earlier?” My cheeks burned at the thought of my one-night stand. I’d enjoyed the distraction Marina provided, but she couldn’t erase the memory of waking up alone.
“Ah, a girl,” she said knowingly. She’d only been my sister for a couple of hours and was already sticking her nose in my business.
“It’s nothing.” I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Just weren’t on the same page.” We weren’t even reading the same book. I was trying to figure out how I could keep fucking her for the foreseeable future without my brother finding out while she was planning her escape.
Fuck her; she was the same as the women Thomas warned me about. I’d dodged a bullet and would never make that mistake again. From now on, I would fuck ’em and leave ’em. I wouldn’t get my hopes up and sure as hell would never get attached.
“I’ll get over it,” I lied.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sawyer
A month after we first connected, I met up with Marina for lunch on the set of her latest movie. “I got the results of the DNA test last week. I couldn’t believe it,” she said. She took a bite of her salad and pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. The weather was absolutely perfect.
“Are we not related?” I asked. Disappointment crept in. I’d really grown attached to her over the past few weeks.
“We are related, just more so than I thought. I had my private investigator do some research, and I think I have it figured out,” she said.
“What does that mean?”
“It turns out you are my half-brother, full-brother, and cousin.” Her eyes lit up as I tried to figure out her riddle.
“How on earth is that possible?”
“The DNA test said we are full siblings, but I know that isn’t true because of the circumstances surrounding your adoption. There is no way my father would have given up a son.” She paused to take a sip of her diet soda. “My father was an identical twin. My PI found evidence that my uncle knew our mother around the time you were conceived. My father was estranged from his family at the time, so he never knew about the affair. They didn’t reconnect until after I was born, so my uncle never knew about you.”
“That explains the eyes.”
“Exactly. The report says we share a little over fifty-five percent of our DNA, which is fairly high, even for full siblings.”
“Is my father still alive?” I wasn’t sure how I would feel about meeting him. There wasn’t a hole in my life I needed him to fill because I already had a dad, and I had a blood relative thanks to Marina.
“He passed away when I was in college. He was my favorite person in the entire world. He raised me after my parents died. I still have all of his things; you can come over and look through them to see if there’s anything you want. I’d love to tell you all about him.”
“Hey, bro,” Tate said as he took a seat next to Marina on the picnic table bench. I nodded my greeting to my sister’s long-time boyfriend because my mouth was
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