Luther POV
My jaw hits the floor as I look from Nicky to Liana. I feel like an i***t. Why did I not make the connection? It is so obvious – Nicky, Nicolette. Not to mention Nicky’s behaviour towards me.
“I know Missy,” Liana smiles stiffly. “She told me about her friend who moved here.”
“I haven’t spoken to her in years,” Nicky replies and looks disappointed. “I’m surprised she remembered me.”
“Nicky, would you be a dear and make me a cup of tea?” Liana asks sweetly.
“Sure,” she nods and turns to me. “Anything for you, Luther?”
“No, thank you,” I clear my throat, and avoid eye contact as she leaves.
“That’s my sister,” I point towards the door she disappeared through. “She …”
“Not so fast, Luther,” Liana cuts me off. “She might be your sister. Don’t forget about Missy.”
“Come on,”
