bed than Kane had, citing his need to get up early for work as his reason. Kane had often wondered if that was true or not.
Kane took another step forward, worry for his twin flowing through him. Reid stumbled out of the room, and Kane followed him.
“Reid, stop…”
Reid ripped open the door to their suite and headed for the front door of the building, moving through it with a hobbled gait. He didn’t stop as he practically fell down the stairs and began dragging himself along the path. “Leave. Me. Alone.” Reid began to get his pace right, and his obviously heavy legs got faster.
Kane stopped on the pavement and watched him go, his heart heavy in his chest for his brother. He turned around and headed back into their rooms, taking an ice pack from the freezer and applying it to his eye. A tear slipped down his cheek as the truth of their new situation finally hit him.
“I love you, Amanda. I always will, but it’s time for me to be happy again.”
He closed the door and sank down on the floor, letting the pain flow and the tears run free. His mourning was done.
When he was finished he pulled himself up and lay down on the bed, gathering his strength for the next conversation he was to have.
Thirty-eight years since he’d been born a Perfect Pair twin, and today was the day he’d first felt his mate. A soft smile touched his lips, and he sighed. Maybe fate was kinder than he’d given it credit for.
Chapter Six
Sam tapped her fingers along the marble bench top in a rhythmic, soothing fashion.
“Can you stop that, Sam, please?”
Well, she’d thought it was soothing. “Sorry, Travis.” Almost everyone was gone now, and her cousin was doing the final clean up. She should be doing something more, but she was so tired her arms felt like lead weights.
“You sure I can’t help you, Travis?”
“Nah, you stay there. I’m almost done, and you already helped me get all the glasses from outside anyway.”
True, but she was still guilty of stopping when everyone else kept going. She pulled out her phone and checked the time once again. Three and a half hours since Kane had left, saying he’d be back pretty much right away. She heaved a huge sigh and let her shoulders sag until she felt like a veritable hunchback.
Travis slid onto the kitchen bar stool next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his lanky frame a little awkward but still providing the comfort she was so desperately craving.
“You ok, Sam?”
“Yeah.” She sighed again and let her head fall onto his shoulder, her chest tightening as hot tears filled her eyes. Why had she thought for one moment that she may have found something really special?
“Take. Your. Hands. Off. Her.”
The hard, cold words fell like cannon balls around them, the hairs on Sam’s arms rising to form goosebumps. Travis’s arm fell from her shoulders, and they both swiveled around, Kane’s fuming form in front of them.
“It’s ok, mate. She’s my cousin.”
Travis held up his hands and slid off the stool, Kane’s clenching fists and stormy brown eyes obviously too much for her younger cousin.
Heat flushed up Sam’s cheeks, and she got to her feet too, glaring at Kane as his body began to relax. His hands unfurled, and his mouth lost its grimace. He was happy now, was he?
“And who the hell are you to tell anyone to take their hands off me? Huh? Apart from the fact that you are two and a half hours late, I barely know you!”
Kane stepped up and grabbed her upper arms, his eyes wide and filled with passion. His bruised eye. Huh? Who’d hurt him in the last few hours?
Sam tilted her head up to look at him better just as his lips descended, pressing against hers with a desperation that made her moan and sink into his embrace.
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Kane’s mouth exploded with a flavor unlike anything he’d ever tasted. It was the stuff dreams were made of, what he’d always hoped a kiss would taste like. Cinnamon and honey sugar, combined with