For once, I beat Quinn home, and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. I pull into the driveway, noting an old beat-up car parked at the curb in front of the house. A woman looks to be sitting in the driver’s seat, and I dismiss her as a friend of the neighbor’s on the left. They always have people coming and going these days.
I park the truck and head inside, closing the front door and automatically locking it. Too much shit has happened in the span of a few months to ever grow lax with that again. The door stays locked whether someone’s home or not.
My thoughts shift back to Quinn. She’d gone back to work a week ago, and she seems to be getting back into the swing of things. It’s been three weeks since the kidnapping, and it’s been a struggle for her to ease back into some semblance of normalcy. Dr. Barush has been there every step of the way, and during some of the appointments, she has me sit in on them so that Quinn can talk freely. This helps me understand some of what she’s feeling without the added pressure of her talking to me one on one. Those appointments have really opened my eyes to what she’s going through, and it’s made it easier for Quinn and me to discuss the things she’s struggling with.
A slow grin forms on my lips. She’d finally allowed me to love that body of hers last night. She’d insisted that the lights remain off, but it’s a start. We’re continuing to move forward, and that’s all that matters.
I’m just setting my bag down by the island in the kitchen when the doorbell rings. I frown and go to the nearest window, peering outside. My eyes fall upon the blue car at the curb, and the driver’s side is now empty. Maybe she’s waiting for Sebastian to come home?
I walk back to the living room and open the door, studying the petite, dark-haired woman who looks to be Quinn’s age. She looks strangely familiar with her long, dark hair and doe-eyed hazel eyes. “Can I help you?” I ask politely.
She looks at me nervously and licks her lips. “Um, Colton, right?”
Fuck. Is she someone I’ve slept with? I’m terrible with remembering faces and names, because most of the time I hadn’t given a shit whose bed I was in. My face hardens. “Don’t come around here again,” I tell her, not wanting to hear what she has to say. Quinn will be home any second, and I don’t need an old conquest standing on our doorstep when she pulls in.
The woman blinks with surprise, her lips parting. She looks momentarily stunned into speechlessness.
“One-night stands are meant to be just that,” I inform her before I begin closing the door.
“Wait!” she exclaims desperately.
It’s the desperation in her tone that has me pausing.
She digs into her purse and quickly holds out a folded piece of paper. “Here. You need to see this.”
I make no move to accept the paper. I don’t know who the fuck she is, but I don’t need any added drama in my life. Right now, I need to concentrate on Quinn, and only Quinn.
“I’m your sister!” she blurts. “Half-sister,” she belatedly amends.
My eyebrows rise. “Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing—”
“Look at my birth certificate,” she insists, shoving the paper towards me once more.
She’s not leaving until I do, so I sigh with resignation and take the paper, unfolding it. I scan it, noting that her name is Tessa Bishop. My eyes snag on my father’s name listed in the father’s space. This looks awfully real. I glance at her, and this time, I scan her features closely. Now I know why she looks so familiar—she’s a feminine version of myself.
“As far as I know, my mom never told your dad about me. When she died, he was already in prison.” She bites her lip again. “I’m willing to take a DNA test or whatever. Or…” She draws in a deep breath and gives me an accepting look. “You don’t have to get to know me at all, if that’s what you want,” she says softly.
I don’t need a DNA test to know she’s my sister. Fucking hell. This is the last thing I need going on in my life right now. I know she can’t help the horrible timing, but right now, I’m wishing she’d never appeared on my doorstep.
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