Page 9 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

"So, who was your high school sweetheart, Dylan?" Farrell asks, waggling his eyebrows.

Dylan rolls his eyes. "Her name was Katie. We dated for a few years, but it didn't work out."

"What about you, Farrell?" I ask.

Farrell grins. "Oh, I had plenty of girls in high school. Too many to name."

I shake my head, feeling a little left out. I never had a high school sweetheart, and my dating life has been pretty quiet in terms of romantic relationships.

"What about you, Dante?" Dylan asks, turning to me.

I shrug. "Never really had a girlfriend in high school. I was too focused on soccer."

Farrell claps me on the back. "Well, you were the star player, so it paid off."

I chuckle, feeling a twinge of pride at the memory. "Yeah, those were the days."

As we continue talking and laughing, Farrell suddenly interrupts. "Hey, do you have any drinks in here? I could use a cold one."

I open up my side fridge and am surprised to see that it's fully stocked. "Actually, I do."

I grab three beers and hand them out to Dylan and Farrell. We crack them open and take a long sip, relishing the cool liquid.

"This hits the spot," Dylan says, taking another sip.

Farrell nods in agreement. "But you know what would be even better? Some whiskey."

Dylan and I exchange a look, and we all nod in agreement. "Let's hit the bar," I say.

We finish our beers and gather our things, ready to head out. As we walk out of my office, I can't help but feel grateful for my brothers. They always know how to make me laugh, even when I'm feeling down.

They pile into Dylan's car, with me following behind in my own. As we drive to the bar, I hear them still talking and joking around. It was nice to have them around as they brought back memories of our past. I’m glad to have them as my brothers, especially on a day like today, when I am starting a new position and being ignored by the woman who knows how to make me happy.

Chapter five

At the Bar

Ally

AshleeandIstepout of the house and begin walking down the busy street. It's still early in the evening, and the air is filled with the sounds of traffic and people going about their business. We're both dressed in identical outfits, as we often do, and our long hair is pulled back in matching ponytails. We make our way towards the nearest main road, hoping to hail a cab to take us to our next destination. As we stand on the side of the road, we spot a yellow cab approaching. I raise my hand and signal for the driver to stop, and he obliges.

"Where to?" the driver asks as we get into the back seat of the car.

"We're headed to a bar downtown," I say, giving him the address.

As the cab pulls away from the curb, the driver takes a good look at us and smiles. "You two look exactly alike! Are you twins?"

Ashlee and I share a knowing smile. We get this question a lot.

"Yes, we are," Ashlee replies.

"That's amazing," the driver says. "I've never had identical twins in my cab before. Do you ever play pranks on people, pretending to be each other?"

We both laugh. "Of course, we do," I say. "It's one of the perks of being twins."

The driver chuckles. "That must be a lot of fun. Do you two have any other siblings?"

"No, just the two of us," Ashlee answers.

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