shrugged. “It’s ladies choice.”
Donald ground his teeth. It was the knowledge that his twin was not deliberately being evasive, as a financial analyst Blaine rarely spoke in absolutes when it came to future events, which kept him from snapping. “I’m aware of that. But the last time we tried to share her affections it caused us problems, I don’t want that to ever happen again.”
He met his brother’s gaze. “This time we’re older, and hopefully wiser. We both fell in love with the same woman and she loved us. If, and this is a big if…there is still something there, I propose we look at this as a poly relationship, especially with a child involved. At the appropriate time, we can explain to her how it all works and see if she would be interested. Other than that, I don’t see how it will work.”
Since he had been thinking along those lines himself, Donald nodded. Neither man spoke. It seemed incredible that after all this time he would finally get some closure on what he quietly admitted to himself, had been the roughest patch of his life.
“I loved her. But I also hated her for ripping my heart out when she kicked me aside. Seeing her again is raking all of that up again. I don’t like being unsure of what’s going on inside me,” Blaine said into the silence.
“Yeah, me neither. I didn’t find any pictures of her, you?”
“No. Not yet. I guess my guy would have to travel or send someone to Flint. I don’t want to spook her. Red sent another message that the kid signed up with another mentor,” Blaine said softly. “Just as well, I’ll see her tomorrow.”
“Yeah, tomorrow.” Donald exhaled hoping to dispel the butterflies that had taken flight in his belly.
Chapter 6
Donald glanced at the house numbers on the large two story dwelling and exhaled before glancing at Blaine. “This is the address Red gave us.”
“Yeah.” Blaine remained in the passenger seat, staring at the house.
“Ready?”
“Give me a minute.” Blaine shifted in his seat as he continued to gaze at the building. “A son, it’s possible he’s inside. I need a sec to process that.”
Donald nodded. His stomach had been twisted in knots since last night. Not only would he confront a run-away lover, but there was a possibility that he’d meet his son. Silence settled comfortably between them as they gazed ahead.
“Who’s that?” Blaine asked, pointing at an older woman who'd stepped outside and headed toward a parked vehicle in the driveway.
Donald opened his door. “I don’t know.” He straightened his short-sleeved collarless shirt and headed toward the female. He heard the other car door close behind him.
“Hello, ma’am,” Donald said in a lowered voice when he was still a short distance from the woman. Her head snapped up as her eyes narrowed.
“What?” She wrapped her arm around her waist and took a step backward.
He held his palms up and offered her his best smile. “Sorry to startle you, my brother and I are here to talk to Lindy.”
Her brows furrowed as she glanced over his shoulder and then met his gaze again. “Lindy? Who is that?”
He smiled as he shook his head. “Belinda.”
The landscape of the older woman’s face changed as she smiled. “That’s sweet, you call her that.” She chuckled and relaxed. “You just missed her, she went to the library down the street.” She pointed to the left. “If you go down this street, make a right, then go a few blocks and turn left, you should see it. Can’t miss it.”
“Thank you.” Donald took a step backwards, intent on punching in the local library into his GPS when her next words stopped him.
“You remind me of somebody, can’t place who right now, but...”
“I do?” he asked in spite of his heart pounding in his chest. Was she talking about his son?
“Yes, your twin too, must be the season…” She threw her hand up in a dismissive gesture as she turned toward the house. “Anyway, if you follow
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