Imaia Island
Max
Present
Oh, God! s**t! I looked down at myself and felt myself expire in embarrassment. There he was, Callan’s father, looking his very best in his military uniform. And there I was, dressed only in my shorts and an old tank top. I wanted to die. Just die and never again have to see this man in his face. I felt my own eyes widening when I looked up, staring at Colt and seeing all the little physical similarities they shared. That was why he looked so familiar! How couldn’t I see it? The same straight nose, the shape of their deep set eyes. The strong chin. I was almost completely sure strong chins were hereditary traits. I’ve studied genetics for two entire semesters, how the hell I hadn’t connected the dots!
I tried to brush my hair back and offered Colt my hand.
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