Seeing his half brother, seeing the man he’d become rankled him. He’d missed out. On a lot. And the raging inferno behind those eyes, so like his own, made him wonder what fueled it. His brother’s face riddled with shock. “I can’t believe you came.” Scott ran his hands through his hair. Though he hated re-upping with Scott like this, he needed some answers. And fast, because the clock was ticking. Staying off the grid completely wasn’t possible. They had trouble coming. He could smell it. “How’d you get my e-mail address—it’s ancient.” “Your mom, before she died—she talked with Dad. They both thought we should get to know each other.” Scott shrugged, his attention sliding to the bandage holding his shoulder together. “I called your house once. Your wife didn’t know who I was.” “Never mentioned you.” Not to anyone. Guilt and a strange sense of obligation harangued him as he studied the man before him. Scott had gotten older, taller. Still a wiry scrap of a guy, but the dark eyes and hair left no doubt who fathered him.
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