Page 89 of Homecoming

“Your DNA test?” Kat hitches her brow.

“Yeah, looks like it. Guess we’re gonna know for sure now. And unless you got somethin’ planned for later, I thought maybe we could go to the club and celebrate?”

“I was going to the city with Kat to run some errands and pick up supplies because I need some parts to finish the hot tub. Kat and QT were going to go to the bookstore while I was there.”

“Oh, that’s great! So then why don’t I grab Zak and we’ll tag along too? We could all go for a drink after?”

“Sorry, but I’m going to make an appointment with Alana and Darius and I made plans to have dinner.”

“Okay big guy, how about I get Bud and Oz to pup sit and me and you can go out,” Digby smiles as Noah looks hesitantly anxious. “Marco’s taking Helena for more ‘apple pie’, if you know what I mean. Bud won’t mind stayin’ behind, he has a new computer game he wants to play and Oz can keep an eye on him and the pups.”

“Wait… Digby… did you not listen to what I just said? QT and I are going to the bookstore. You know a ‘bookstore’…a store with books. I'm sure you and Zak will just be bored.”

“Nah… Kat, I love doin’ things with you.”

“Oh really?” she tilts her head questioning. “Well, if I hear you moan, just once, there’ll be trouble. Are we clear?”

“Hey…” Marco smiles and they all turn, watching as he waves the white envelope in the air. “So my friend had this couriered back. Do you wanna open it now, while you’re both here? Or should we plan to do it later?”

“That’s them—the results?” Digby holds his breath.

“Sure is. Time to find out if you two are the real deal.”

“You know… actually, I don’t think we really need to do this. I mean, I’m not sure I need to know. We’re gettin’ along just great and like Kat keeps remindin’ me, it won’t change anythin’. The big guy is here to stay, right?”

“But shouldn’t we know for sure?” Noah frowns.

“Do you wanna know? I mean, I’m not that bothered if you’re not.”

“I think I’d like to know,” Kat smiles. “Just so it’s clear once and for all—and there will be no more doubts.”

“Okay… Go ahead and open it up, but just so you know, I don’t care.” Digby sighs nervously as Marco hands him the envelope. He stares long and hard at the seal as he turns it over in his hands. “You know, I don’t think I can open it.”

“Geez… Digby, just open the fuckin’ thing,” Darius snarls.

“Okay, here goes.” Slowly, he scans the writing and furrows his brow as he reads from the letter inside. “Blah… blah… I don’t understand all these figures but in summary… blah… Okay so here it is…‘this test confirms that with 99.9% accuracy the two samples presented are a match’…A match! That’s it? That means we are, right? We’re related by blood?”

“Yup.” Kat smiles as she kisses first Noah and then Digby. “Congratulations… you have a brother.”

“Okay, cool,” Digby shrugs with a nonchalant sigh. “That’s no big deal. Hell, I knew it anyway.”

Noah smiles and grabs his arms tightly around him.

“Whoa… wait, Noah hold up... that’s enough!” Digby smiles, brushing his newly acquired half-brother away. “Let’s get to this damn bookstore. Oh, and Kat... you know you might wanna put some clothes on first.” He grins as her robe falls open and her breasts tease his eyes. Patting Noah on the arm, he smiles before he hurriedly disappears down the hallway, calling Zak’s name.

“Well, he took that better than I figured he would,” Marco laughs.

“That’s because deep down, he wanted it to be true. You know Digby—it’s all about family. He loves the thought of having a huge family around him. He can’t deal with being on his own. Hell, he can barely go to the bathroom alone,” Kat smiles. “Okay, well, he’s right. I should get dressed if we’re going out. I’ll check in on Helena before we go.”

“Kat…” Darius grabs her wrist and holds her back. “Are we not going to… finish up thepaperworkyou were giving me a hand with first?”

“No,” she grins. “But I tell you what… I will pack the burgundy.” She laughs and with a teasing wink, disappears from the office and follows Noah and Marco down the hall.

Darius sinks into the soft leather chair and groans as he rubs the throbbing ache in his dick.

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes and with a wry smile, settles back and picks up his phone. “Rhys…” the call immediately goes to voicemail, “I don’t know what the fuck is going on but get that asshole architect to answer my calls—asap—or else.”

Thegroupentersthesmall side street store via a low doorway at the front. Digby looks up as the old brass bell above his head tinkles and taking a long drawn-in sniff, he wipes his nose with the back of his hand and sneezes. “Oh man, this place stinks!”

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