~*JUNE*~
My throat tightens, and I nearly choke on the words as I stare at him. "Your name is Stephan Macaulay?"
He nods, his smile faltering just a fraction. "Yes, it is."
I swallow hard, even as my pulse starts auditioning for a drum solo. "Your last name... it..."
He tilts his head, his grey eyes narrowing with curiosity.
"It's what?" he prompts gently.
I draw a slow breath, forcing the words past the tight knot in my throat. "Your last name is so familiar. Are…" I hesitate. "Are you... related to Mr. Tristan Macaulay?"
"Yes. I'm his half-brother." His words slice through the air, clean and sharp.
And then it clicks.
The eyes. The face. The sharp cut of his jaw. The straight line of his nose.
How did I not put it together before?
Stephan looks so much—too much—like Mr. Macaul
