Page 29 of Exhale
“It’ll probably be gone in a few minutes,” Owen said, standing and coming to join him.
Jordan took a deep breath; it was now or never.
“Until then, I want to show you something.”
Owen’s brows lifted at the seriousness in his voice, but this was important.
“Come over here.” Jordan pointed to the small sofa that sat along one wall in the hotel suite.
Jordan sat on the sofa and popped open his laptop, and Owen joined him.
Tapping at the keys, he pulled up a program he had on the desktop and opened it to a photo.
“Who are they?” Owen frowned.
“That is an age progression photo of Ginny’s kids.”
Owen’s eyes were glued to the screen, and Jordan wondered if Owen was seeing what he was seeing.
And while he had never seen Owen as a kid, the twins were the spitting image of the man.
“Why did you do this?” Owen’s voice had gone deep and raspy.
“Because the electronic date on the photos are from years ago. Four and a half years to be exact. Add in the nine months it took to be pregnant, and that’s almost five years ago.”
“I also found this.” Jordan pulled up the facial recognition on Ginny’s boyfriend.
“Mark Gumball,” Owen read, his gaze flicking back and forth between the boys and the boyfriend.
“Yeah…so her kids might be with the boyfriend,” Jordan said and sat back on the sofa to cross his legs crisscrossed.
Owen turned from the screen, searching his eyes. “They might be my kids.”
Jordan pointed a finger at the laptop screen and the progress photo. “More than likely.
“Can you find me their birth certificate?”
“I can.”
“Thanks. Do you have an address on Gumball?”
“I do.”
Owen leaned in and cupped his face and then kissed him on the lips.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” Jordan frowned, he hadn’t done all that much.
“For being here.”
Jordan swallowed around a lump in his throat.
“I’ll always try to be here.”
It was a promise he intended to keep.
Mark Gumball’s place was a run-down house located in a really bad side of town, and not far from Ginny’s apartment.
