Page 58 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

I’m being harassed. I met with the FBI today. Oh, and I’ve had sex with Liam’s brother twice in the last few days. “I’m fine.”

“Any news on the case?"

“Not really. We did learn that Liam had been talking to the FBI.”

“We?”

“Oliver and me.”

“I didn’t realize you two were spending time together.”

I shrugged like it was no big deal. “We both cared for Liam.”

“And the FBI is involved. That sounds like this situation is getting more dangerous.”

For some reason, I felt defensive. “What are you saying? Are you implying I’m putting you in danger?” God, for all I knew, I was.

Her eyes narrowed in confusion. “Not at all.” She studied me. “Are you okay? It feels like you’ve been distracted a lot. I know this whole situation must be unsettling, but your dad and I are here for you, you know?”

I blew out a breath. The truth was, I was unsettled, but not about this issue with Liam. It was Oliver and the girls. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.” The weight of my secret pressed against my chest like an anvil.

“What’s going on?”

My gaze locked onto Mira's concerned eyes, and I knew she was the one person who could help me shoulder this burden.

"Could I tell you something and you not tell Dad?”

She arched a brow. “I don’t know, Lindsay. He’s my husband and you’re his daughter. It’s a bit of a double-whammy there.”

I swallowed, trying to decide whether I should proceed or not. Hiding the truth was why I was in this predicament. If Oliver and I had any hope, the secret had to come out. Not just to Oliver, but to my family as well.

“I have a secret and it’s a big one.”

“Okay. I still can’t promise I shouldn’t tell your father.”

I nodded. “I know.” I set my laptop aside and picked up my wine. I wished I’d brought the bottle with me.

“I’m listening.”

I pulled in a deep breath. “It’s about the girls.”

Worried etched her expression.

“And Liam.”

She waited as I found the courage to share the truth that only I knew. “The thing is, Liam isn’t their father.”

Both her brows shot up. “What?”

“It’s Oliver.”

For a moment, she gaped. "How is that even possible?"

“After Liam’s death, I was afraid to be in my apartment alone, so Oliver stayed… in the extra room, but one night, after a nightmare… well…”

Mira rose from the chair and came to sit with me on the couch. “Does he know?”

I shook my head. “No one does. When I found out I was pregnant, he’d already moved to California. This place, all it had was painful memories for him. He was finally pursuing his dream and I didn’t want to keep him from that.”

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