He knew I was coming.
I knew he knew I was coming, and when I opened that door, his head was up.
I came in, and this time he was wary of me.
Roles were reversed somehow. Maybe he had heard me earlier, on the other side of the wall, and he knew that I knew more than he wanted me to know? Or maybe it was because he was caught in a way that he couldn’t get out of here?
Was that it?
Still, as I stepped inside and shut the door, neither of us looked away.
“Was he going to have you undergo plastic surgery?”
I bypassed the chair, content to lean against the mirror behind me. My head was down, and I watched him steadily.
There was no reaction, but I knew, I knew in my gut, he knew what I was referring to.
“Yes.”
My nostrils flared. “What were you doing with Chrissy Hayes?”
Why wasn’t Chrissy scared of you?
He darted a look to the mirror, then shrugged, his head lowering. “I was getting to know my future mother-in-law.”
He looked up, a small grin at that, and he saw my eye-roll.
He snickered, then sobered. “I’m kidding.”
“Ass.”
Another grin from him. “I know.” He swallowed, looking at the door. “We can’t, you know.” Those eyes—my eyes—came back to me.
Yeah.
I nodded. I knew what he was talking about.
“But I would. If…” His eyes darted behind me again. “You know.”
Well, this was anticlimactic.
He was telling hewouldtalk, but nothere. And that was putting me in a position I didn’t want to be in.
I pulled out the chair and sat. Rubbing my jaw, I dipped my head and raked my hand through my hair before I leaned back. “What’s your main goal? You have to tell me that.”
If I was going to risk everything, I had to know it was worth it.
He sobered and dipped his head down before lifting those eyes again. “Not hurting others. That’s my main goal.”
That told me nothing.
I had to remember.
He was not my twin.
He was a guy. A stranger.
I shook my head. “I already have a brother, you know.”