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Tomas frowns and shakes his head. “I don’t know you. Go away!”

Declan straightens and sighs. “You do so, you just can’t remember me right now. The doctors said it may take a while for you to recall faces.”

“Doctors?” he spat. “If you were my son, you would get me the hell out of this God forsaken place!” He pushes the blankets off himself and tries to sit up.

Thinking he may listen to a stranger, I step forward and say, “Tomas, that’s enough. You have a head injury and need to stay in bed to rest.”

At the sound of my voice, he turns to look at me. His face brightens when he lays his eyes on me. The same eyes as mine. And what comes out of his mouth next, floors both Declan and me.

“Dahlia? My Dahlia! You’ve come back to me!”

I take a step back as he raises a shaky finger and points at me. Frowning he says, “No. No, you’re not my Dahlia. You’re my daughter Katrina!”

Declan and I look at each other, and for the first time since meeting him, I see a dark look cross over his face before he looks back at our father.

Tomas points towards the door and to Declan, he says, “Get out.”

Chapter 6

Rory

As the sun sets, I carry the last of mine and my mother’s belongings into the back of the cube van I borrowed from Declan.

“Hurry the fuck up ma!” I yell at her, hoping she hurries the hell up. Normally I wouldn’t yell at my mother, but since we visited Tomas, Declan has a fire under my ass to get our belongings moved into the house asap.

“What is your hurry?!” She asks, as she’s dragged from the house by Killer, her dog, who is making a beeline for me.

Whoever thought it would be a wise choice to mix a bullmastiff and a giant schnauzer needed to give their head a shake. He lived up to his namesake, at least when it came to me. I jump into the back of the cube van and point to her car. “If you don’t put him in your car now, you’re leaving him here!”

“I will do no such thing!” she says, opening the back door of her car.

She baby talks to the damn beast and fusses over him like he’s a toddler. Closing the door, she turns and looks at me. “Why do we have to come too?”

I sigh and grab the strap on the rolling door then jump down. As I do, it closes with a bang, and I lock it before I look at her. “We’ve been over this a hundred times. If I’m to become Captain, I must live in the house and so does my family.”

She went around the hood of her car to the driver’s side. “You don’t want to be Captain, you told me that yourself Rory. Just let Declan’s sister take over.”

Killer is barking at me through the glass and every time he does, spit splashes upon its surface.

“Hell will freeze over before I allow that to happen. You know, you really should put a muzzle on that dog.”

She looks at me and repeats back what I just said to her, “Hell will freeze over before I allow that to happen.”

I roll my eyes as I pull the keys for the van from my pocket. “I think you love that dog more than you do me.”

She smirked as she opened her car door and gotin. “He doesn’t swear at me. I’ll follow you.”

She slams her door shut, and I stalk off to get into the van. Starting it, I pull out onto the street and head towards the estate. Halfway there my phone rings. It’s Declan. Groaning, I answer it. “Hello!”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Just coming up on the last intersection heading out of town. Why what’s up?”

I know what’s up. Ever since we left the hospital, he’s been stewing over the fact that Tomas didn’t remember him, the son he has seen every day, but remembered a daughter he barely knew. I get it, I would be pissed too.

“We are changing the dinner date. It’s tonight in less than an hour.”

The light turns yellow, and I slam on the brakes. “What? Why? Declan I’m not going to have time to unload this truck.”

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