her feet, pressing a hand over her chest. She says gently, “Oh, sweetie. Oh lord. You think I’m married to Killian, don’t you?”
I thunder, “You just told me you were married to him!”
She shakes her head. Clucks her tongue. Looks at me with sympathy. She rounds the desk between us and puts her hands on my shoulders. She gazes deep into my eyes.
She says softly, “I’m not married to Killian, sweetie. I’m married to his brother.”
It feels like she just punched me in the gut. “But…but I saw you. I saw you two, on the street outside the restaurant last night!”
She thinks for a moment, then her eyes widen. “He didn’t tell you, did he?” She sighs. “For heaven’s sake, that impossible man.”
I almost explode when I yell, “Tell me what?”
She waits a moment for her hair to settle around her face. “Killian and Liam are identical twins.”
Liam.
Killian.
Twins.
All the air is sucked out of the room. My heartbeat flatlines.
Tru smiles at the look on my face and pats my shoulders. “I know. I had exactly that same expression when I found out.” She crinkles her nose. “And that’s only the tip of the iceberg, I’m afraid.”
The sound I make is the same one a cat makes when it’s trying to expel a hairball.
“Maybe you should sit back down.”
She guides me to the chair then sits across from me again. We stare at each other. I think she’s waiting for me to go first.
I say weakly, “Um.”
“Liam said he knew the night Killian called to tell him about you that you were the one. He went on and on about how it felt like he was dying from cancer. Or something like that. It probably sounded better when he said it. Anyway, Liam had never heard his brother talk like that about a woman. He’s not exactly the settling down type, if you know what I mean. He’s never been serious about a woman before. Can you imagine? At his age? Personally, I think it’s incredibly romantic. I’m telling you, when the Black boys fall, they fall hard.”
She laughs her feminine, delightful laugh. “For such alpha wolves, they’re just marshmallows when it comes to their women. Oh, I can’t wait to get to know you better! I’ve got three sisters already, but I’d love to have a fourth. What fun we’ll have! Y’all will have to come visit us in Argentina as soon as you can.”
“Argentina. Um. Uh-huh.”
“You poor thing. I’ve crossed all the wires in your brain, haven’t I?” Her voice goes from sympathetic to brisk. “Well, Killian’s gonna get an earful from me, I’ll tell you what. Here, drink your coffee.”
She pushes the cup of coffee closer to me. I pick it up, but can’t find the brain power to remember how to drink. I just sit there and stare at her like a big dummy.
“Twins.”
Tru nods. “Identical. Nobody can tell them apart except me.”
I remember something Killian said to me one night when we were standing in his kitchen. I made a smart comment about his décor, the acres of black marble, and his answer sounded loaded, like there was much more to it beneath the surface.
“It was like this when I moved in.”
Then, during the same conversation, he asked me to call him Killian. Not Liam, the name everyone else knew him by. When I asked for an explanation, he said he couldn’t tell me.
Not that he didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t.
And now I find out he and his brother are identical twins.
I say carefully, “Tru?”
“Yes?”
“What does Liam do for work?”
“Oh, he’s retired.” She smiles mysteriously.
If I thought Killian had secrets in his eyes, this steel magnolia has got him beat by miles.
I drink the coffee in one long gulp, setting the cup on the table when I finish. Unsurprisingly, my hand is shaking.
Tru rests her hand on top of mine. She says softly, “It’s Killian’s story to tell, not mine. So I’ll let him tell it. But I can say this: I was sitting right where you are once. Well, not exactly right there. I’ve never been arrested for stealing cheap tequila—”
I say loudly, “I got it.”
“My point is that I know how confused you are, but you can trust him. With anything. With your life.”
I whisper, “But he’s a gangster.”
She leans back in her chair and gives me the secretive eyes thing again. “He’s a gangster like you’re a thief.”
“What does that mean?”
“I told you: it’s Killian’s story to tell. But, sweetie, if