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He shook his head and watched Roxie thoughtfully.
Roxie’s foot rocked back on its heel but slowly lowered.“It was something I wanted to do on my own, and you were going through your own issues.This twin thing has been a lot for both of us to adjust to.”She looked down at the file and drummed her fingers against it.“Although this is going to take a little more adjusting.”She stood up straight and nodded at Cam.“Your guy was good.He found something.”
Lexie was ready to rip the folder out of her twin’s hand.“Our parents?”she asked.“Did you find out why they gave us up?”
Roxie shook her head.“No.Not yet, anyway.”
She finally pushed away from the bar.Maybe it was the flip-flops, but her steps didn’t look as self-confident as they did when she wore her stiletto boots.She stopped at the table and carefully placed the folder atop it.
Lexie stood so close, their shoulders and hips seemed glued.The tension was thick.She could barely stand it.“What did he find?”
“Not what.Who.”Roxie turned her head, and they stared at each other’s identical faces.“I don’t think we’re twins, Lex.”
Lexie flinched as if she’d been slapped.Of course they were twins.There was no doubt about it.The DNA test results said so.They looked the same, they sounded the same, they—
Roxie opened the folder.Lexie glanced down, and her breath stopped completely.
Cam leaned over the table.“I’ll be damned.”
Roxie’s fingers shook as she traced the outline of a picture—a picture of another pretty, dark-haired woman.Lexie stared so hard, she forgot to blink.She tried to read the words underneath the photograph, but her gaze kept jumping back up to the woman’s face.It was too much to take in.Her brain couldn’t assimilate what she was seeing.
“Underhill said they didn’t want a passel of kids,” Roxie mused.“Two kids isn’t a passel.”
And Julian had said they couldn’t takeallof them…not both.That son of a bitch.He’d held back again.“I’ll kill him,” Lexie whispered.
“I’llkisshim,” Roxie said, one-upping her.
Things began clicking into place, and Lexie finally understood.More than understood, she felt it all the way to her bones.It was true.The final missing piece.
She grabbed her bourbon and drank.When she slammed the glass back onto the table, the words at the bottom of the picture became clear.
“Maxine Miller,” she read.“Goes by the nickname Maxie.Oh my God, Roxie.”
“We’re not twins, hon.”Roxie caught her hand and held tight.“There’s another one of us out there.We’re two of a set of identical triplets.”
