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I didn't find out what happened between the brothers that week until it was already decided.The week itself passed in a strange, suspended quiet. No dinners, no gifts, no flowers waiting on my desk with no card attached. For the first time since the twins had reentered my life, my phone stayed blessedly silent, and I told myself I was relieved about it even as I found myself checking the screen more often than I would ever admit out loud. Madeline noticed the shift too, raising an eyebrow every time she walked past my empty inbox, though she had the good sense not to comment on it directly.Kade told me later that it started with a drink that turned into an argument, which turned into something quieter and more honest than either of them had managed with each other in years. Two grown men, identical down to the bone, sitting across from each other in Kade's office long after the building had emptied out, finally admitting the same uncomfortable truth out loud.Neither of them was goi

Clover showed up at my apartment on a Saturday with a bottle of wine and a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. I almost didn't recognize her at first. Not literally, of course, but there was something different in the way she carried herself lately, a brittleness underneath the usual warmth that I'd been too distracted to notice until it was standing on my doorstep holding cheap merlot like a peace offering. We'd been best friends since our first week of law school, the two of us bonding over terrible coffee and worse professors, and in all that time I couldn't remember her ever showing up unannounced before. "Girls' night," she announced, letting herself in before I'd fully opened the door. "You've been ignoring me for a walking soap opera and I refuse to let you forget I exist." I hadn't been ignoring her exactly. I'd just had very little bandwidth left over for anything that wasn't Carter-shaped. Still, guilt pricked at me as I let her in, watching her drop onto my couch l

The silence that followed was the worst sound I had ever heard.It stretched for what felt like a full minute, though it was probably only a handful of seconds, the two of us sitting on opposite ends of my couch while the refrigerator hummed obliviously in the next room and somewhere outside a car alarm went off and died again. I watched him process it, watched the information travel from his ears down through the rest of him, rearranging something fundamental along the way.Kade sat perfectly still, his hands loose on his knees, but something behind his eyes had gone dark and distant, like a door slamming shut somewhere deep inside him."You thought he was me," he repeated, voice flat."Kade ""He knew." He rose from the couch so fast it startled me, pacing to the window with his back rigid, both fists clenched at his sides. "He knew exactly who you were. He knew what you meant. And he let you walk into that room believing it was me.""I didn't know that part until after.""That's no

Kade never finished the sentence. Killian's arrival had swallowed whatever he was about to confess, and by the time his brother finally left with a strained excuse about a forgotten meeting, the moment had closed over like it had never existed at all.I asked him again on the way out, standing on the sidewalk outside the darkened bookstore while Killian idled by his car a polite, deliberate distance away, close enough to watch, far enough to pretend he wasn't. Kade only shook his head, jaw tight, and told me it would keep."That's not fair," I said. "You can't start something like that and just walk away from it.""I know." He looked genuinely pained by it, more than the situation seemed to warrant for a man who had, as far as I knew, done nothing wrong. "Trust me, Mia. When I tell you, I want it to just be us. No audience. No interruptions."It did not keep well in my head.Two weeks passed in a blur of scheduled dinners and quiet lunches, of Killian's extravagant gestures and Kade's

Killian's words followed me all the way home and refused to leave.Ask me again after Kade takes you out tomorrow.I turned it over so many times that night I barely slept, and by the time Friday evening rolled around I still hadn't decided what I was supposed to be looking for.Kade texted me an address instead of a restaurant name, which should have been my first warning. I typed it into my phone expecting some exclusive members-only club, the kind of place Killian favored, and instead found myself parking on a quiet side street in a part of the city I hadn't visited since law school.When I arrived, it wasn't a rooftop or a private dining room. It was a bookstore, closed for the evening, warm yellow light spilling from the windows onto the empty sidewalk. A hand-lettered sign in the window read CLOSED FOR A PRIVATE EVENT, and for a moment I stood on the sidewalk just looking at it, trying to reconcile this quiet, unassuming storefront with the man who owned half of a two billion do

The red dress was a mistake and I wore it anyway.I told myself it was because it was the nicest thing hanging in my closet, not because Killian had ordered it like he had any right to dictate my wardrobe. I told myself a lot of things while I stood in front of my mirror that Thursday evening, none of which I actually believed.I tried on three other outfits first, just to prove to myself that I could. A pantsuit, too much like the office. A simple black dress, too much like a funeral, which felt fitting given how I expected the evening to go. In the end I stood in front of the mirror in the red dress anyway, hating how well it fit, hating more that some small, traitorous part of me wanted to see his face when he saw me in it.My phone buzzed twice while I did my makeup. Cole, checking in from whatever mountain he was currently endangering himself on this week.Cole: Don't sleep with either twin tonight. I mean it. I will fly home just to lecture you.Me: No promises.Cole: MIA.I tur