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“It’s fine,” said Kalissa, picking up her pace, heading for the hallway where the receptionist had looked. “I’m fine. I’ll let you know.”
She cleared the reception area, leaving the women behind her. She passed several closed doors. Two had nameplates on them, both belonging to vice-presidents.
At the end of the hall, she came to a set of double doors with brass handles, Shane Colborn, President. Her legs nearly gave way, and she put out a hand to brace herself against the wall. She did not want to run into Shane before she found Darci.
For a second, she considered turning back. But then she’d have to face the receptionist again, and she couldn’t see how she’d make it out of the building without being approached by other employees.
She straightened from the wall and took the right turn. A few moments later, she breathed a sigh of relief. She’d found it, her sister’s office door: Darci Colborn, Director of Staff Services.
It was open about six inches, and she could hear Darci’s voice inside. “I’ll be down to the cafeteria later on.”
Kalissa’s stomach clenched hard, but she couldn’t help a nervous smile. Darci sounded just like her.
“Okay,” said Darci. “Yes, I can.”
Kalissa gave a tentative knock, and the door swung further open.
Darci looked up from where she was still speaking on the phone. She leaned over for a better view, and her jaw snapped shut.
“I...” said Kalissa, not knowing where to start.
“I’ll call you back,” Darci said into the phone, replacing it on its cradle.
She moved around from behind the desk, taking several swift steps forward.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” said Kalissa.
“What on earth?” Darci stopped about ten feet away.
Voices sounded around the corner of the hallway, coming rapidly closer. Kalissa quickly stepped inside the office so they wouldn’t see her.
“I’m so sorry,” said Kalissa, regretting her decision to show up unannounced. “I thought this was the best way. But I didn’t think...I didn’t know...I realize this must be a bombshell for you.”
“Who are you?” asked Darci.
“My name is Kalissa Smith. I saw your wedding pictures, and well...I guess you can figure out why I’m here.”
“You look just like me.”
“I know.”
“I mean exactly like me.”
“Weird, isn’t it?”
Darci moved closer, peering at Kalissa.
Kalissa knew she was doing the same thing back.
Darci’s eyes might be a slightly paler shade of green. But their mouths were identical, so were their chins, their noses, even their hairline. Kalissa had never come across anyone with that little swoop at their part, never mind the exact shade of auburn in their hair.
“Are we twins?” asked Darci.
“I think we must be. My birthday is October third.”
Darci’s eyes widened. “Holy cow.”
“I didn’t want to bother you,” said Kalissa. “I wasn’t going to say anything. I mean, I know you must be busy, being a newlywed, and with this huge company and all. But I’m going on a date tomorrow night, and there were these girls in Annabelle’s Discount Boutique, and they thought I was you, and they took a photo, and I realized it could happen again, somewhere else, like the Navy Pier, while I was on a date, and people might think it was you.” Kalissa clamped her mouth shut. “I’m rambling.”
“We’re twins,” said Darci in obvious astonishment. “I don’t understand. How did that happen? Were you raised by our mother? Why didn’t she bring you back? And why didn’t dad ever tell me that—” Darci smiled. “Now, who’s rambling?”
“It’s unbelievable,” Kalissa whispered.
She hadn’t expected to feel this way, this ache deep down in her heart. She wanted to grab Darci and pull her into a hug. She had a sister. Tears started to tingle at the backs of her eyes.
The door whooshed open behind her.
“Sweetheart,” came a man’s voice. “Tuck is asking if...Oh, I’m sorry.”
Kalissa turned.
The man, obviously Shane, instantly froze in place.
“Darling,” said Darci, a tremor in her voice. “It appears there’s something more my father neglected to mention.”
“What on earth?” Shane started to circle Kalissa.
“We have the same birthday,” said Darci.
“Is this a con?”
Kalissa couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t blame Shane one bit for his suspicions. She’d have worried about him if he had accepted this at face value.
“Is she asking for money?” asked Shane.
“No,” said Darci.
“I’m not,” said Kalissa. “You couldn’t get me to take money if you tried.”
His eyes narrowed. “That’s how all the best cons start off.”
“Look at her,” said Darci.
“We’ll want DNA,” said Shane.
“Take it, if you want it,” said Kalissa. “But it’s not necessary. I’m not going to hang around. I only wanted to warn you, well, warn Darci. Since your wedding, people have started to mistake me for her. I’m out in public. I shop at discount stores. Sometimes I swear, or get angry with a store clerk or, and this is the big one, go out on dates. I have a date tomorrow night, and I was worried I’d be mistaken for Darci. That might look bad on the two of you, and I didn’t want to cause either of you any trouble.”
Shane stared at her in silence.
“Thank you,” said Darci. “That’s very considerate of you. But seriously.” She broke into a grin. Then, without warning, she rushed forward, opening her arms to pull Kalissa into a hug. “I have a twin sister.”
Kalissa closed her eyes, unexplainable feelings coursing through her.
Darci drew back, cradling Kalissa’s cheeks with her hands. “You are beautiful.” Then she laughed. “Didn’t that sound conceited.”
Kalissa took in every contour of Darci’s face, settling on her left cheekbone. “You have a freckle.”
“You don’t.”
“I don’t,” Kalissa agreed.
Shane cleared his throat. “I’m cancelling everything for the rest of the day.”
Kalissa turned to him. “Oh, no. Don’t do that. I didn’t plan to mess up your day.”
“Of course I’m doing that. You two have a million things to talk about. We’ll go to the penthouse, order some dinner. And wine. We’ll need some really good wine.”
“For a toast,” said Darci.
Shane gave a disbelieving shake of his head. “A toast is the least of why we need the wine.”
* * *
Riley could have happily done nothing but stare at Kalissa all night long. Her hair was full and shiny tonight, bouncing around her bare shoulders. Makeup brightened her beautiful face. While her tight jeans and the breezy little tank top were already giving him fantasies.
They’d snacked their way through the food kiosks and bought matching key chains with colorful, stylized letters on the fob. He’d held her hand while they navigated the crowds, waiting in a long lineup to get on the Ferris wheel. But it was worth the wait. The skies were clear, dotted with faint stars, while the skyline of Chicago was illuminated in the clear night air.
The bustle and noise of the crowds disappeared as they swept upward in the dangling car. The wind buffeted them, cooling the air temperature. Riley wrapped an arm around her, letting his fingertips brush her smooth, bare shoulder.
“I’ve never done this before,” she told him. “Wow. Look at the city.”
“You’ve never been up here at night?”
She shook her head. “I mean it’s my first time on the Ferris wheel. I’ve never been to the Pier before.”
“I thought you said you grew up in Chicago.”
“My mom wasn’t into things like this.” They hit the outer apex of the curve and she grasped his arm. “This is fantastic.”
Gratification swelled his chest. “No wonder you seem like a little kid.”
She tilted her head to give him an unabashed grin. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” He liked that about her. In fact, so far, he liked everything about her.
As they swung toward the top, he impulsively leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were warm and moist against his. She tasted like cotton candy, and he couldn’t stop himself from taking the kiss deeper and deeper.
By the time he pulled back, they’d crested the top. Her eyes were shinning in the ride’s bright lights, and her rosy cheeks had a new glow.
“I used to come here with my friends sometimes,” he told her. “When I was a teenager.”
It was a rare occurrence, since his childhood years hadn’t held much in the way of amusement. His mother had been the runaway daughter of Irish immigrants. With only a tenth grade education, she’d worked as a housekeeper for Dalton Colborn for nearly twenty years before succumbing to a bout of pneumonia.
Determined to hold Kalissa even closer, he settled his free hand at her waist, finding a warm strip of skin at her stomach.
“Were you a wild teenager?” she asked.
“Occasionally,” he admitted. “We used to street race, and we partied pretty hard. We once stole ethanol from the high school science lab. Made a killer punch that got about thirty kids blasted.”
“Who’s we?”
“My friend Ashton and I.”
“I can picture that.”
It occurred to Riley that if he wanted to impress her, he should probably change the subject from his teenage transgressions. “What about you? What were you like as a kid?”
She smoothed her hair in the wind and gave him an innocent smile. “I was good as gold.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true. I studied hard trying to get a scholarship, and I had a part time job from the time I was fourteen. I wanted to go to college, and I knew my mother could never afford it.”
“So, you were the consummate good girl?”
“I was.”
He moved in to playfully nuzzle her neck. “That’s sexy. It makes me want to corrupt you.”
She tapped him in the chest. “There’s something wrong with you.” But she was laughing as she said it.
“There’s a whole lot wrong with me.”
“Do tell.”
“I don’t think so.”
The ground rushed up, and the car glided to a stop, giving him an easy way out of the conversation.
He exited first, then took her hand, keeping hold of it as they walked away.
“It’s almost time for the fireworks,” he said.
“I can’t wait.”
“The best view is at the far end of the pier.”
“Let’s go.” She picked up the pace, leaning up against his arm.
