The Coltons: Nick, Clay & Jericho. Marie Ferrarella

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      “I think we need an ultrasound.”

      Cate grabbed her arm, pulling her close with strength that surprised her and the doctor. “You can’t hear a heartbeat?”

      Humor softened the doctor’s wide eyes. “I hear plenty of heartbeats.”

      Her response made no sense at first. Finally, Cate remembered she was a twin. She dropped back. “Plenty?” she squeaked.

      “Just two, but I don’t rely on my ears this early on. Why don’t we make sure before you pass out?”

      “An ultrasound will tell you? Ultrasounds don’t lie, do they? I mean I’m not suddenly going to come up with triplets, am I?”

      “Try to stay calm. Sudden isn’t the way triplets show up.” Dr. Davis pulled the sheet up to Cate’s waist. “Why don’t I use my influence to run the test now?”

      Calm? At thirty-eight, with a nearly grown son and a husband she didn’t know? “Now would be perfect.”

      Dr. Davis picked up the large, insulated cup that stood on the nightstand. She shook the cup and then smiled as water and ice sloshed together. “Start drinking this.”

      LATER THAT EVENING, Cate stared at the ultrasound photo. Two babies. In another twenty-two weeks or so, she’d give birth to twins.

      The two small beings on the ultrasound screen had reconnected her to the process of living. She wrapped herself in the happiness she’d felt at watching the two twisting shadows. They needed her, and she resolved to figure out who she was in time to be a good parent to all her children.

      And she’d learn to be a wife to her husband. He wanted their marriage. She must have wanted it, too. Their children deserved two healthy parents.

      Someone knocked softly on her door. Cate lifted the top of her table and slid the ultrasound photo inside. “Come in,” she called. She smoothed the sheet around her hips and legs and prepared to interrogate her visitor about her past.

      Caroline leaned around the edge of the door. Her face still jolted Cate, but another scream seemed inappropriate.

      “Do you mind if I join you?” Caroline asked.

      “I’m surprised you want to. Come in and let me apologize for the way I acted. I didn’t expect to see you in my mirror.”

      “I shouldn’t have run out of here, but I love you Cate. No, don’t worry—you know, you used to be better at hiding your feelings—I don’t expect you to pretend you feel the way I do, but I want you to depend on me. It’s my turn to be the big sister.”

      “Am I older than you?” Cate asked as Caroline paused to replace a lungful of air.

      “By a little more than thirteen minutes, but I’ve needed you more than you ever needed me.” She stopped again, and her face flushed a deep red. “I used to wonder if you wished you didn’t have a twin, and now you don’t.”

      “Well, don’t sound sad. You’re about to settle all your debts. I need a crash course in my own history.”

      Caroline’s instant regret almost made Cate smile. “What can I tell you?” Caroline asked in a wavering tone.

      With her new deadline, she had no time for subtlety. First things first. “Why are you so reluctant to talk to me?”

      “I’m embarrassed. You rescued me from every jam I ever got myself into. I can’t repay you for—”

      Cate interrupted. “I know you all loved me, because my close call seems to have turned me into a saint.” Saints held no charm for her. She didn’t trust the tale, and she needed facts. “Tell me the bad stuff, too.”

      “What bad stuff?”

      “We’re sisters. You must have helped me as much as I helped you.”

      A deeper blush darkened Caroline’s high cheekbones. Cate lifted her fingertips to her own face as her twin went on. “You never needed help.”

      Not true. She probably just hadn’t asked for it. “I need help now. Dr. Barton implied our family—the Talbots—are…”

      Caroline’s discomfort eased as Cate trailed off. “Notorious?” she suggested.

      Cate nodded. “I know our parents are deceased, but what happened to them?”

      “Dad met Mom in the Navy. They were both intelligence officers, and apparently, the only thing they loved more than imminent danger was each other. They sent us here to live with Aunt Imogen when we were five. The Navy stationed them in Turkey, I think. Some remote place, but it was only their first isolated duty station. They liked the life so much they never came back.”

      “Never?” Such parenting alarmed her. She felt for the two small girls they’d been. “We never saw them?”

      “They came for visits. Brief ones.” Caroline shook her head. “But we missed them so much it was easier when they stayed away. When they tried to leave we cried—well, I cried. You pretended you didn’t care.”

      “I did?” She couldn’t picture herself as such a tough kid.

      Caroline pulled up a chair and made herself comfortable. “Always. You didn’t want anyone getting close enough to see how much you hurt.” She stopped, seemingly amazed, and reached for Cate’s water. “Do you mind if I drink some? It’s hot outside.”

      “Go ahead.”

      “I never realized you were pretending until I said that just now. I always envied you because you didn’t seem to need anyone, but you—”

      Cate found she didn’t want to know what Caroline thought of her inner workings. Plain facts mattered more. Maybe later she’d be willing to discuss her private thoughts with her sister. “How did they die?”

      Caroline’s expression clouded. She drank more water and set it back on the table. “In a car accident. They were driving to Nice to fly home for our high school graduation, and they took a curve too quickly. We think they had an argument before they left their hotel because the management billed us for damages.”

      Cate stared at her for a second and tried not to laugh at the morbid picture.

      “I know.” Caroline shook her head. “Aunt Imogen’s attorney pointed out the tactless nature of their claims, but they still wanted to be paid. My God, how we missed them.”

      “I missed them, too?”

      “You wouldn’t talk about it, but someone plants flowers on their graves and keeps them tended. Usually, when I go out to the cemetery, something new is blooming. You must be the gardener, but you always said you didn’t know anything about the plants. Aunt Imogen has a killer thumb, and Uncle Ford’s still too mad at Dad for dying to do something so kind.”

      Sadness surprised Cate, knotting uncomfortable tears in the back of her throat. She’d like to see that cemetery, but she had to go by herself the first time. After that, she’d ask Caroline to help her with the flowers. СКАЧАТЬ