Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I grab my bathrobe, slide it on, and then stand frozen in my room. That was an angry knock. A very, very angry knock. It has to be Carter, coming to chew me out for exposing him. I call up my app and check out the camera on the front porch. It’s him. Carter dressed as Logan.
Doesn’t matter who he’s pretending to be. He has no right to be here. He made his sticky bed, now he can lie in it.
I storm the front door, determined not to allow myself to be intimidated by this psychotic loon.
I jerk open the door, holding my cell in the other hand. “Before you say one word, Carter, I have my thumb on the 911 button, plus all of my home surveillance cameras are rolling, so think long and hard about what you’re about to say or do.”
He looks at me, those blue-blue eyes sizzling with rage from across the darkened porch. “You. Are. Fucking. Nuts!” he roars and then turns around, holding out his hands. “You hear that, world? She’s fucking nuts!”
“Carter, shut up. I mean it. I’ll call the police.” I lower my voice to a loud whisper. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage? You don’t need to wake up the entire neighborhood, too.”
He turns, staring down at me with vile contempt. “Do you have any idea of what you’ve done?”
“Uh, yeah. I told the world the truth about you and your little twinsie scam so you can’t screw over any more women.” I hear a Netflix series in my future. Move over Dirty John. Hello, Cunty Carter.
“My oil deal is gone. It took a year to put it together and now,” he throws his hands in the air, “poof. Gone. All because I’ve been turned into a man who catfishes women!”
Is it really catfishing if he’s good-looking? I don’t actually know.
“Oh boohoo,” I say. “Your real identity’s been exposed. What ever shall you do, Clark Kent?”
“I needed that deal, Mila. I needed it to pay for my mother’s care. So not only did I lose that, but I invested everything I had into developing those products and getting FDA approval.”
Does this guy ever stop lying? I doubt there’s even a dying mother.
“Carter, you brought this on yourself. You. Not me. So now take those big-ass nuts of yours, turn them around, and march them home to have a good hard think about how you landed in this position.”
His nostrils flare, and his supple lips flatten. “I am Logan, you crazy bitch. Lo. Gan. And Carter is my twin.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “Pfft. I’m not falling for that one again, asshole. Yeah, that’s right. Ass. Hole.” If he can call me a bitch, then that word is fair game.
“You don’t believe me?” he says.
“Nope.”
He holds out his hand. “Then bet me your house.”
“No. And it’s not even my house. I’m renting it. For now.”
“You really should buy; real estate is always a solid long-term investment.” He shakes his head. “I can show you a birth certificate.”
“Those can be falsified. And you probably have a complete set of fake papers since you clearly go around pretending to be your fake twin.”
“Then…follow me to the hospital.”
“No,” I snap. “It’s midnight. And that means it’s officially a new day. One that no longer involves you and your crazy, manipulative bull crap.”
“You just ruined my life. And not only that, my mother is about to die. She’s supposed to go to a private hospice, and now I won’t be able to afford it. So you will follow me to the hospital. And you will look that woman in the eyes and tell her how sorry you are that you don’t believe she gave birth to two sons thirty-four years ago.”
I can’t lie; Carter is a great actor. But no one is this good. I’m beginning to doubt myself and believe him. On the other hand, I know what I saw: Carter pretending to be Logan.
Maybe the problem is that I really liked Logan. I want him to be real. So if there’s just one teeny-tiny sliver of a chance that he’s telling the truth, I kinda sorta want to know.
You’re an idiot, Mila. You know he’s a scammer. Still, I have to know for certain.
“Fine. I’ll meet you there.”
He marches down the walkway, stops and turns, and then marches back. “You’re coming. Right?”
“Yes. I’ll be there.” I go back inside to throw on a sweatshirt and jeans. I’m about to text Sofie just so someone knows where I’m going, but something stops me. I know she’ll try to talk me out of this. But I have to find out the truth.
Is he one man or two?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“What do you mean I can’t see her?” Carter (or Logan?) yells at the guy sitting at the security desk.