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her out too?” He wasn’t surprised, for the most part he and Blaine thought so much alike it shocked people.
    “Yeah. I came out here to share what I got. She joined some type of religious cult not long after she left us. She stayed with them for years, that’s probably why the information is so sketchy. She must have home-schooled her son, because I found no public records of him.”
    Donald nodded. “Must’ve been a self-contained group who educated their kids on-site.” The idea had merit. “At least she wasn’t alone.”
    “No…no she wasn’t. But I can’t see her in a cult, following rules, withholding her opinions, allowing others to provide a roadmap for her.” Blaine stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I guess she didn’t have much of a choice, huh?”
    Releasing a long stream of air, Donald shook his head. “No and that…that bugs the hell out of me.” He gazed at his brother. “Why didn’t she contact me? Or You? Why put herself through all of that? She had to know either one of us would be there for her.”
    “I plan to ask her that when I see her,” Blaine said. “But first I’d like for us to go over a few things.”
    Donald turned and faced him head on. “Okay.”
    “Can we agree not to tell her straight-out about our lifestyle? If she is interested in either of us, then that might be the time to share what we’ve been up to the last ten years.”
    “You scared it might make her run?”
    Blaine shrugged. “It might.”
    “I’ve never hid who we are before. Everyone I’ve met could either accept me as I am or kiss my ass. I’m not changing that for anyone,” Donald said meeting Blaine’s gaze. “I can’t believe you asked me to do that.”
    “I want a shot at a relationship with my son or your son.”
    Donald stared at him as the full impact of what Blaine hinted at hit him. “There’s nothing wrong with…” He exhaled and thought of the men and women who served them. Not everyone understood the non-sexual relationships they had with their servants. But the idea of dominance and submission was a gray area for a lot of people. “Okay, I see where you’re coming from. Although… the boy is at an age that the courts will allow him to have a say in where he goes.”
    “Courts? You plan to flash the idea of going to court in front of Lindy?”
    “It might be necessary. Obviously she wanted nothing to do with us, but if that’s my son she’s been hiding, I want him to know the real me. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure that happens.”
    Blaine shook his head and turned to the side. “You can’t bully her, that’s not going to make him want to know who you are or spend time with you. You’d shoot anyone who did that to mom.”
    “True. So what if she continues lying? What should I do if she refuses to allow us to see the kid? Just let it slide? Wish her another happy fifteen years?” His scowl deepened just thinking of any of those possible scenarios and he knew he’d sue his former lover in a heartbeat if she tried to keep his son from him despite what Blaine said.
    The silence between them grew.
    “We have to wait and listen to what she has to say. If the child is old enough to apply for work in construction, he has an opinion on what he wants. That’s all I’m saying. We’re not even sure how much we’ll have to deal with her yet. But I don’t want us to get there and be all defensive. That won’t help the situation. No need to tell everything.”
    Donald nodded. His twin was right. “Okay. I’m good as long as everybody’s cool.” Hesitating, he glanced at Blaine. “What if there’s still something there? What if she’s available and still interested?” He released a breath as he forced out the crux of his dilemma. “What if she wants both of us?”
    “Won’t be the first time a woman has wanted that,” Blaine said sardonically.
    “True, but Lindy is the only woman I have ever wanted like that. So what do we do?”
    Blaine

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