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Authors: Samantha Towle

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RELIEVED TO BE HOME
, I open my front door, pizza boxes in hand.

“I’m home,” I call out.

“In the kitchen,” Kit calls back.

Kicking off my heels, I head to the kitchen.

Kit and the love of my life, Jett—my baby boy who’s not a baby anymore—are sitting around the table, playing a card game.

“Hey, honey.” I kiss the top of Jett’s head as I place the pizzas on the table.

“Hey, Mum. You had a good day?” He smiles up at me.

That smile, those blue eyes. They make the longest days worth it.

“Yeah. Good, long.”

“You work too hard.”

Affectionately ruffling his hair, I see that Kit has a beer on the table and Jett has a Coke. I grab myself a wine glass from the cupboard and fill it with a white I opened yesterday. The pizza boxes are already open and being devoured before I make it back to the table with my glass of wine and some paper napkins in hand.

I toss a napkin over to Kit and hand one to Jett. I take the seat next to him and grab a slice before they’re gone.

Kit can eat a pizza by himself, and Jett’s not far off from being able to do so either.

At twelve years old, he has so much of my brother and me in him—and, thankfully, nothing of his father. Not that I’d love him any less if he did. I’m just glad there isn’t any of that man in him.

Jett is a Harris through and through. He has our blond hair and blue eyes and Kit’s build. I’m five-six, and my son is already taller than me. I think he’s going to reach Kit’s six-three, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Jett surpasses that.

My brother is a handsome bastard, and he knows it. Jett is his double, so I foresee a lot of broken hearts in his future. Kit leaves a trail of them in his wake. I’m trying to teach Jett to treat women with more respect than my brother does.

Kit’s job exposes him to a lot of beautiful women. He’s a model.

When Jett was a few months old, Kit started modeling part-time to make more money when he wasn’t working seasonal construction jobs. His money helped me pay the bills. From the compensation I had received from the courts after what had happened with Jett’s father, I didn’t have a lot leftover after paying for the house and using the rest to put myself through school while I also worked part-time in a supermarket.

I owe my brother everything. He’s sacrificed so much for Jett and me.

As time has gone on, Kit’s gotten larger campaigns, some that take him out of the country, but we always make it work to ensure one of us is here for Jett. If a job doesn’t fit with our schedules, Kit doesn’t take it. He’s in the position now where he can pick and choose his jobs.

Putting my slice down on the napkin, I take a drink of my much-needed wine.

After my session with Leandro Silva—which was definitely enlightening and very interesting—I took a frantic call from Sarah, another one of my patients. She’s having a really tough time at the moment.

Three years ago, Sarah broke things off with her boyfriend. He stalked her for months, and one night, he broke into her home while she was sleeping and raped her in her bed.

He went to prison for his crime. But he’s now out on parole after serving only half of his sentence, and she’s struggling to cope with that fact.

I’ve been treating Sarah since the rape, and she was reaching a good place in her life and finally moving forward. So, his release, which was a shock to her, has set her back miles.

She’s afraid to leave her home, in fear of seeing him. She’s terrified that he might come get her again even though a restraining order is in place. She has that fear, and I understand it.

It took me an hour to talk her down on the phone, and I had to promise that I would go to her house first thing in the morning for a face-to-face appointment. With my appointment calendar full, I will have to come in an hour earlier. But there aren’t many things I wouldn’t do for my patients.

“How’d the new patient go today?” Kit asks me.

Besides the odd bits, like if I’m taking on a new patient, I don’t talk to Kit or Jett about my patients or tell them who they are.

“It was fine.”

“Do you think you can help him or her?” Jett asks me.

I smile at him. “Yes, I’m sure I can.”

It’s a good thing I don’t tell them who my patients are, or Jett would have a meltdown. He’s obsessed with Formula 1.

If he found out that I was treating Leandro Silva—let alone that I had been treating Andressa Ryan, the wife of Carrick Ryan—he would bug me until I let him meet them.

Leandro Silva is a whole other ballgame though.

Of course I’d known he was handsome, but seeing him in the flesh exposed me to the actual beauty of him, and it knocked me off-balance for a moment. Then, I kicked myself into professional mode. I’m nothing but professional.

But just hearing about his accident, how he’d almost died, what he was going through now…

Don’t get me wrong. I hear all manner of heartbreaking stories of what people have endured, but listening to him struck a chord with me in a way that not many people do.

“So, how was school today?” I ask Jett.

He flickers a look at Kit, who smiles at him and nods.

“Am I missing something here?” I look between the pair of them.

“I got picked for the team.” Jett gives me a shy grin.

“You did? That’s amazing news!” I wrap my arms around him, hugging him. Leaning back, I look at his face. “I thought they were going to pick the team next week?”

“They brought it forward.”

Aside from being a Formula 1 nut, my son also loves football. And he’s been picked for the school team.

“We need to celebrate!” I exclaim. “We’ll go out this weekend, do something.”

“Sounds great. Anyway, I’ve got to go finish my homework. I have to keep my grades up, or I’ll be kicked off the team before I even get started.”

I’m about to protest about him finishing his dinner when I see that he’s already eaten half of the pizza and is taking another slice with him.

Getting up, he kisses my cheek.

“I’ll come up and see you before bed.” I affectionately pat his cheek.

I eat my own slice of pizza, which has cooled considerably.

Kit gets up from the table and gets another beer from the fridge. He brings the bottle of wine, topping my glass off.

“Thanks.” I smile at him, and then it fades a little. “Why didn’t Jett call me to tell me he’d made the team?”

“He wanted to wait until he saw you.”

“Right.” I blow out a breath. “I wish I’d been home earlier to hear about it.” I feel a little deflated, hating that I’m not always here for this stuff and that Kit is.

From the day I found out I was pregnant, Kit took care of me. The day Jett was born, Kit became the father figure in his life, and he’s been here ever since.

I will forever be indebted to him for that.

When Jett was a baby, I knew I wanted to give him everything in life that Kit and I never had. So, I made the decision to go to college, then university. Being a single mother didn’t make that easy, so between Kit and me, we’ve raised him, and as the years have gone on, the daily demands of my job have meant that Kit’s around for the important school stuff, more than I am,

“So, are you coming to celebrate with us this weekend, or do you have a hot date?” I tease my brother.

He’s a serial dater. Actually,
dater
is probably being generous. He can barely stick with the same girl for longer than a day. Not that I’m anyone to judge. I haven’t had a serious relationship, in…well,
ever
. And I’ve never been in love. Not the real kind.

My extensive psychological training could tell you exactly why Kit and I are the way we are when it comes to relationships, but I’d rather not delve into my own psyche, or my brothers for that matter.

“I don’t date, Indy. You know that.” He gives me a cheeky grin.

“Maybe you should try it and get a steady girlfriend?”

“Like you and Dr. Dull?” He takes a sip of beer.

I frown at him.

Dr. Dull—I mean,
Dan
is the guy I’m currently dating. I’ve been seeing him for two months. Kit doesn’t think much of him.

“I really wish you wouldn’t call him that.” I sigh. “Jett calls him that now because of you.”

“Jett calls him that because Dan is dull as fuck.”

“Jett hasn’t met him, so he has no clue that Dan is dull—I mean, if he is dull or not!” I bite.

Laughter bursts from Kit.

“And he’s not! He’s not dull at all,” I say, defensively folding my arms. “He’s quite interesting in fact.”

“Oh, yeah?” Kit’s brow lifts. “Then, tell me one interesting fact about him.”

Shit.

Come on, India. There’s got to be something interesting about Dan…

“He, erm…he’s, um…”

With his satisfactory win, Kit’s smirk deepens as his arms fold over his chest, leaning back in his chair.

Kit will not win this.

Dan is not dull. He’s nice. Good. Safe.

“He likes…watching
Breaking Bad
.” I give a satisfactory look, picking up my slice of pizza and taking a bite.

“Wow. Jesus, I was so wrong about him, Indy. The guy lives on the edge.”

I flip him the bird. “Stop being an arse.”

Kit chuckles. “You can do better than him.”

“Dan’s nice to me.”

“So is the postman.”

“The postman? What the hell are you talking about?” I exclaim, puzzled.

“I’m talking about you playing it safe with Dr. Dull. I get it, Indy. I do. You were burned badly, but it was a long time ago. And I want you to be happy. You’re not happy with dating dull fucks like Dan.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m happy as I am.”

“You’re safe and comfortable.”

“And what’s wrong with safe and comfortable?” I frown.

“It’s boring.”

“Yeah, well, look what happened to me the last time I chased excitement.”

“I know.” He blows out a breath, like he’s breathing out the past. “But that was thirteen years ago. You’re a different person now. And you can do way better than Dr. Dull, Indy. You deserve better.”

I don’t know why, but a flash of Leandro Silva’s face passes through my mind.

Brushing it aside, I stare at my brother. My heart swells for him even though he’s irritating me with his interference in my love life, but I know he does it because he cares about me.

“I know you’re only looking out for me. But what I have with Dan works—”

“What you have is boredom.” He grins, back to playful.

I give him the middle finger again.

“Anyway, what about you?” I lean forward, wrapping my hands around my glass.

He’s fine with commenting on the men I date, but at least I date. What he does barely constitutes as dating.

He’s never had a steady girlfriend. Sometimes, a part of me worries that’s because of Jett and me.

“What about me?” He tips his bottle back, taking a drink.

“Why haven’t you settled down?”

“Have you seen me? There’s too much good here not to share it.”

My brother is a good-looking bastard, and he knows it. But he’s also a great person with an amazing heart, and I just wish he’d share that with someone.

“I think you should try dating just one girl. Try it out. See how you get on. What about that model you went out with last week? Tanya? She seemed nice.”

“She was nice. And we didn’t go out, Indy. We went to her place. We got naked. I stayed for three hours. I came. Came again. Then, I came home.”

“Ugh, Kit! Jesus Christ! Way too much info for me, thanks.” I know he’s done it as deflection, so I won’t keep pushing.

Chuckling, he puts his bottle down on the table. “So, will Dr. Dull be joining us this weekend to celebrate Jett getting on the team?”

“No. I’m not ready for Jett to meet him yet.”

Kit raises a knowing eyebrow.

“Soon.”
Maybe
. I’m just not really sure if Dan is the guy I’ll be introducing Jett too. “But I want it to just the three of us, a family celebration.”

“Family night. Sounds good to me.” Leaning over the table, he clinks his bottle on my glass.

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