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Yeah, exactly how he felt. He pulled out of the lot. “I’m surprised Rick didn’t make you wait until everyone was gone.”
“He’s been kind of okay since I told him about my twin…for Rick standard. Plus, he had big, intimating men at the door watching him.”
Good. Whatever the hell got her out of there was fine with Callum.
As he drove, he continued to shoot his gaze between the road and the rearview mirror. He didn’t want any surprises.
The drive home was pretty quiet. It wasn’t until they were a street away from his place that she touched his thigh. “Hey. You okay?”
Shit. He was doing a bad job at hiding the unease swimming through his gut. “Yeah, just worried.”
“You know, this twin hasn’t said or done anything for a while. Maybe she’s given up. Realized I’m too well protected.”
Callum’s brows twitched. In a perfect world, that might be true. Unfortunately, he’d seen too many messed-up people who didn’t give up on a cause so easily. “Maybe.”
He covered her hand with his own and squeezed it before pulling into his garage. When they stepped inside, he got her to wait by the entrance as he checked that every window and door was still locked.
“We’re clear.”
Fiona smiled. “Perfect. I might go and have a shower if that’s okay? It’s been a long day.”
She was just moving away when he grabbed her wrist and frowned. This was the first time he was getting a proper look at her, and there was just something…different. He frowned. “Is everything—”
His words were cut off by the ringing of his phone. He cursed and pulled it out to see Liam’s name flash on the screen.
“Take it,” she said with a smile. “Then we can talk dinner.”
She headed up the stairs, and he waited until he heard her step into the bedroom to answer. “Hey.”
There was the rumble of an engine in the background. “Hey. I’ve been thinking about something throughout the day…”
When Liam paused, Callum urged, “Tell me.”
“Have you seen the way Jenny looks at Fiona when Fiona’s attention is somewhere else?”
He paused. “No. How does she look at her?”
“I don’t know if it was just today, but there was an…intensity in her gaze. Like she was, I don’t know, studying her. I caught it a couple of times before the reading began, but I didn’t see Jenny after.”
Callum moved to his office, dropped into his chair, and cracked open his laptop. “I haven’t noticed, but then, I’m usually looking at Fiona or for an outsider to attack.”
“I was also thinking,” Liam continued, “we’ve assumed this person’s been watching her at a distance. What if they haven’t? What if they’ve been in her life this whole time but dressed in disguise?”
Callum’s stomach clenched at the thought. He put the phone on speaker and set it on the desk. “Give me a minute, Liam.” Then he started looking into Jenny, searching for information he shouldn’t be able to find.
It took him a couple minutes, then—
“Shit.”
“What?” Liam asked.
He leaned back in the seat, scrubbing his hands over his face. How had he not looked into this earlier? “The woman’s a fake,” he said, almost not believing his own words. “I can see from a timestamp that her driver’s license was created three months ago. Whoever did this for her did it illegally, using a back door.”
“So Jenny—”
“Isn’t Jenny,” Callum finished. “But she can’t be Olivia. She doesn’t look anything like Fiona. They have different colored eyes. She has a mole on her cheek. Hell, she even has a small scar beside her right eye. The only thing they have in common is their height and build.”
“Maybe she’s the person behind the texts,” Liam said quietly.
