Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

nbsp; “Oh it was self-serving. She’s been dying to meet you since I told them about you.”

“You told them about me?”

“Yeah…” A bashful expression marred his handsome face. “I was excited.”

“It’s okay. Makes this easier on me.” Liar. “Wait … your sister is named Sky Walker?” Spoken aloud the two names clicked.

He laughed. “Yeap. Sky Rose Walker. I’m sure the two of you will have fun bonding over name stories.”

Honk. Jett glanced over to the left. “There she is in the green truck. Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Clutching the handle of her suitcase for dear life she followed him to the truck. A dark haired woman with shoulder length hair, familiar green eyes, an oval shaped face, and a tall, slender build climbed out of the cab, and walked toward them. Dressed in a pair of faded blue jean shorts and an olive green tank top, she embraced Jett in a fierce hug.

“Hey, little brother, good to see you.” Sky exuded a laid-back vibe that instantly set Kansas at ease.

“Yeah, because a week is much too long.” Sarcasm dripped from every word Jett spoke.

“Smart ass.” They separated, and Sky turned to Kansas. “Kansas, it’s so good to finally meet you!” Kansas found herself pulled into a welcoming hug. Shocked, she wrapped her arms around Sky and glanced at Jett who shrugged, a large grin spread across his exuberant face.

“You, too, Sky.”

“I’ll put the bags in the truck.” Jett removed the suitcase from her hand and took it along with his own. The hug ended, and Kansas shifted her weight. I feel like a fish out of water over.

“Come on, let’s load up into the truck. I see security eye-balling us.” Sky snorted.

Walking over to the truck Jett had loaded they climbed into the cab, and Sky pulled away from the curb.

“I bought you guys some time. The ‘rents don’t expect to see you guys until dinner tonight around six.”

“How’d you manage to swing that?” Jett turned toward her, eyebrows raised.

“Told them you’d need some time to settle in … and your flight came in later.”

“Smart.”

“Yeah, I’m the oldest, so I know the tricks. How long do you guys plan on staying?”

“Just a few days, I have filming coming up at the start of next week, and I wanted everyone to meet her before the craziness starts.”

“Understandable. Don’t worry, Kansas, we’re harmless. You’ll find we’re pretty laid back around these parts.”

Kansas smiled. Sky kept up a steady stream of conversation, pointing out landmarks and telling childhood stories. As they pulled up into the driveway Kansas was feeling a lot less nervous. They made plans to meet back up at six, and made their way up the driveway. The candy brick house made her let out a low whistle. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was nice. A two-story home with large picture windows, candy brick, and a large, well-manicured yard.

“Wow.”

“You like it?”

The inflection in his tone made her pause. Turning to him she arched an eyebrow.

“You don’t?”

“It’s not what I would’ve picked for myself.” He shrugged as he unlocked the door.

“Your ex?”

“Yeah, she fell in love with it, and as much as I’m gone I wanted her to be comfortable.” He pushed the door open and stepped back to allow her to enter while he saw to the bags. Ever since they’d learned about their tiny miracle he’d broken his neck to get anything even remotely heavy. It’s going to be a long pregnancy. She spun around in the marbled entry way and took in the crisp, clean, white walls, beige sectional with matching La-Z-boy, giant screen television and light wood end tables. It is very bland for a man with such a huge personality.

“Interesting, what would you have seen?”