Lifting his hand from my leg, he moves as far away from me as the backseat of a Lincoln Town Car will permit.

“It’s seems unbelievable, I know–”

“So Carlisle was in Fly Club at Harvard? Small world. In that case, you’re right—we are brothers. It’s quite possible we’ve already met. Do you know what year he graduated?” Angling his head toward the driver, he rotates his arm at the elbow in a silent request for me to go along with it.

If there’s one thing living with Edward taught me, it’s the importance of keeping lies as vague as possible.

“Uh, sometime in the nineties? He’s a little older than you–”

“How long have you known we had the same fa–uh–affiliation?”

“A few weeks.”

“Ah.” He doesn’t touch me or talk to me for the rest of the drive.

For a while I stare at him, but the blank expression on his face makes me uncomfortable, so I turn look out my window. As the city lights whiz by, I brace myself for the inevitable meltdown I suspect will occur the moment we’re alone.

But it doesn’t.

After I lock my front door behind us, he places his luggage at his feet and claps his hands together in front of his chest.

“Why don’t you give me a tour?”

“Seriously?”

He shrugs. “If I’m going to be staying here for the next few weeks, it would be helpful to know where everything is.”

For a moment, I think maybe he misheard me or failed to grasp the meaning of my words. Then again, if that were the case, he wouldn’t have come up with the Harvard ruse—and he certainly wouldn’t have asked how long I’ve known. Not wanting to make him talk about it before he’s ready, I head toward the kitchen, gesturing for him to follow me.

“It’s not all that big.”

When there’s no evidence of movement behind me, I look over my shoulder. He’s standing right where I left him, fixated on a photo taken at Carlisle and Esme’s wedding.

“Were you a bridesmaid?”

“I was Carlisle’s best man.”

His eyes widen, his intake of breath is audible, and he still won’t look at me. I want to ask him if he’s angry with me, but I’m too afraid of how he’ll answer.

“He looks more like my father than I do.”

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  1. on 28 Jun 2011 at 5:20 pmSandi

    OH MY WORD.
    You’re killing me, here.

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  2. on 28 Jun 2011 at 6:09 pmDetochkina

    well, they have several weeks. He can’t act like it’s all about him all that time.

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  3. on 28 Jun 2011 at 6:47 pmstormy

    Well, that’s a nice long teaser. I’m enjoying the variety of his reactions.

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  4. on 28 Jun 2011 at 8:05 pmmad4hugh

    You know, when I first read this teaser, I was struck not only by the intensity of it, but also Edward’s reaction. I’m probably reading to much into it, but there’s something kind-of heartbreaking about his realization that this newly-revealed brother looks more like his father than he does.

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  5. on 29 Jun 2011 at 9:50 ammichelle

    Oooof! Talk about intense…

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