Her lips purse as she thinks for a minute before saying the name I suspected she would say.
“Theo.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, running a hand through my hair and spinning on my heel. I grip the back of my neck and squeeze hard. “Goddamn him.”
“I really don’t understand what’s going on here, but if you’re not Mr. Hendrix—”
I spin back around. “Oh, I’m Mr. Hendrix, just not Theo. He’s my twin. I’m Luca.”
Her eyes widen in shock. Yeah, join the fucking club, lady. What in the hell has Theo been playing at? What kind of game is this shit? A fucking wife?
“How long has she been here?” The question comes out harsher than I intended, so I try to soften my expression. It’s a bitch to do with my current state of mind, but it isn’t this nurse’s fault my brother is a secretive asshole.
“Umm….” She closes her eyes in thought, then pops them back open. “About six months or so. She was brought here from Silver United Memorial. Mr. Hendrix said he wanted her closer to him.”
“What happened to her?”
She bites her lip, looking indecisive. “I’m not really supposed to give out that information….” Her voice trails off.
I give her a terse nod before looking back at Jules for a moment, then turn to leave. I’ll get my answers from the damn source himself. And he better hope like hell he’s willing to talk.
IT’S PAST EIGHT BY the time I pull up to Theo’s house. I had to stop by the shop and ask Jazz if he could stay later, which thankfully he agreed to.
I turn off my truck, get out, and slam the door behind me. My body is tense as I walk up the short steps to his door. Without knocking, I barge in, and come to a stop at what I see.
“Are you fucking serious, Theo?” I grate as the woman on his lap lifts her head from sucking on his throat. Theo looks over his shoulder at me and ushers the girl to her feet. Her tits bounce as they hang out of her top and bra.
“Oh my, there’s two of you.” The girl practically swoons.
We both ignore her.
“What are you doing here?” he asks while adjusting his dick in his jeans.
“We need to talk.” I jut my chin to the female. “And she needs to leave.”
Sensing the seriousness in my tone, Theo helps the girl fix her top and walks her to the door. My anger flares when he kisses her before letting her outside.
He turns toward me. “What’s this about, Luca?”
“Are you really making out with a girl on your couch with your daughter asleep just down the hall?”
“Keywords. She’s asleep,” he mutters.
“And what’s to say she won’t wake up and leave her room? Don’t be so damn stupid, Theo. It’s fucking sick that you would take that chance knowing she could walk in at any minute and see that shit. At least take it to the bedroom where you can close the damn door.”
Actually, he shouldn’t be fucking around with any women, considering he’s married. My hands ball into fists at my sides.
At least he has the decency to look guilty. Too bad it’s not only for the reasons he should.
“Can you stop busting my balls and tell me why you’re here?”
It takes me a moment to calm the raging fire building in my stomach. I want nothing more than to punch his deceiving face and ask questions later, but this is my brother, so I need to give him a chance to explain. I really don’t see how he can justify his actions, but maybe there’s a reasonable explanation behind his secrets.
“Who’s Jules?” I ask, cutting right to the chase.
His faces pales and he takes a step back until he’s leaning against the wall. I notice his hands shaking before he slips them into his pants pockets. The flutter in his throat gives away his nervousness, and it only piques my anger.
He licks his lips before answering in a quiet voice. “She’s my wife.”