Page 238 of Fearless

Roe sits forward, resting her elbows on the table, and looks between us. She’s nervous, but she doesn’t back down.

“I found paperwork about you in my father’s office when I was snooping one day. I believe he’s your father too."

I nod, my head spinning even faster.

“My father was a loser who didn’t care I ever existed. Even if he was my sperm donor, I doubt he’d care enough to find anything out about me.”

“Yeah,” she agrees. “He hasn’t always been the kind of man that he is now, from what I understand.”

“My mom was a crack whore,” I blurt. “She chose any kind of drugs she could get over me. Is that the kind of woman you think he’d have spent time with?”

I don’t talk about this. I never talk about this, but I can’t stop the words from spilling from my lips as I stare into a set of eyes that are so familiar. They’re the same blue as mine.

Shit.

My heart races as reality sets in.

I have a fucking sister.

I have no proof. But sitting here right now staring at her. I don’t need it.

I feel it. I feel it down to my very core, just like I did the moment I realized I fell in love with Alana, and in the car the night we rescued Daisy and she looked into my eyes. I knew that they were connected to me. Not by DNA, but by something more powerful than that.

My breathing increases until my chest is heaving and I barely suck in the air I need.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, pushing to my feet and rushing away. “I need some… air,” I breathe as I stumble out into the parking lot.

Resting my hands on my knees, I squeeze my eyes closed and try to calm my breathing.

A pair of sneakers appears the second I open my eyes and I relax.

“Big breath in, Julian,” Alana commands, doing it with me. “And out again. That’s it.”

Her warm hand rubs circles on my back and I start to finally relax.

“Dove,” I whisper. “She’s my sister.” I look up, my eyes immediately finding her tear-filled eyes.

“We don’t know that for sure. We're going to need?—”

“I know, Dove. I felt it. She’s… fuck.”

The second I stand to full height, she wraps her arms around me and holds tight.

“Yeah, Julian,” she whispers. “You have a sister.”

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ALANA

Hearing me accept what he’d already decided gives JD a boost of confidence to walk back into the diner.

Everyone’s eyes were on us as he freaked out in the parking lot for a few minutes but that didn’t mean I missed the way Reid and Mav grilled Roe.

I got it. I wanted to do the exact same thing. But JD needed me more, and I will always be what he needs. Always.

By the time we get back in and sit down, it seems they’ve already come up with a plan to eradicate any question over their possible DNA match.

“I’m going to call Doc for a DNA test,” Reid explains almost the second JD’s ass hits the chair again. But JD doesn’t look at him, he’s too focused on Roe.