I discovered Courtney and Seth sitting on the front porch of our house as I walked up. I didn’t know how to tell Seth any of the news that I needed to share with him, but extra time probably wouldn’t help. If I had ten years, I probably still couldn’t come up with a good way to say that I had chosen his twin, who was already with another woman, and that I was pregnant with a baby that was fathered by him or his brother, but we would never know which one. I seriously doubted that they had a Hallmark card for our situation.

It was probably best to get this over with. My gait had slowed, but I still made it to the porch before I was ready. “Hi,” I said the word awkwardly as soon as I was within range.

Courtney claimed to be thirsty and volunteered to bring us lemonade before she scurried into the house. I sat beside Seth on the porch swing, and we both looked out over the water.

It was Seth who broke the silence. “I just came to tell you that you should be with Sam. He truly cares about you.” I shook my head, intending to stop him, but he continued. “I’ve never seen him like this, Abby. He’s a mess.”

“No.” I said the word firmly. “He has already moved on.” At Seth’s furrowed brow, I elaborated. “I went over to his house to tell him that I had chosen him.” I stopped when I saw Seth’s hurt expression, but I knew that I owed him the truth, so I forced myself to continue. “When I arrived at his house, I found him there with another woman.”

Seth took a moment to process, before asking, “Are you sure? Did you talk to him? Maybe she is a friend of his,” he tried.

“He was wearing a towel.” I let him draw his own conclusion from that damning evidence.

Seth shook his head, with a disgusted look on his face. “I guess he’s more like our father than I thought.” He muttered the words almost under his breath.

I had more to confess to Seth, but I couldn’t let that comment just slip by. Sam and Seth’s father, Sutton Davis, had always been a bit of a mystery to me. As the patriarch of their family, I found it odd that he had never bothered to speak directly to me, even when I was a guest at his estate. The twins’ mother, Janice, had always been cordial, and their sister, Jessie, treated me like part of the family, but Mr. Davis didn’t even make an attempt to be polite. I also thought it was strange that their father had chosen Sam, the slightly younger of the twins, to follow in his footsteps and take over the company business.