racing to the terminal if I stopped long enough to disconnect the call. It was easier to listen for another minute until I made it to the building.
“Believe it or not, you’re the third Sawyer Ramsay I’ve spoken to, and I want to make sure I have the right person.” I could feel the nervous energy in her voice. I was concentrating on maneuvering in front of a family with six small children when she said the words that stopped me dead in my tracks. “Were you adopted as a newborn about twenty-five years ago?”
I nearly toppled over when several people ran into me. “Y-yes,” I cleared my throat and tried again. “Yes.” The loud curses of the other passengers made it hard to hear the phone. I wanted to tell them all to shut the fuck up instead of moving to a quieter place. In the end, I chose the option that wouldn’t result in my arrest.
“I think I’m your sister—well, half-sister. I would like to talk to you in person, to see if the information I have matches up with what you know. I’m off for a couple of weeks, and I’m able to fly to wherever you are.” She sounded as excited as the little girls in my class at Christmas time.
“How do I know you’re legit?”
“I’ll meet you anywhere you want. I can text you a picture of my mother—our mother—so you can look for a family resemblance.”
“Where are you now?” I walked past the security guard on the way to baggage claim.
“I actually just got back to Los Angeles. I’m still at the airport.”
Small fucking world.
“Meet me by baggage claim carousel A-three as soon as you can.”
“I’ll be there in ten,” she replied.
I dropped one of my carry-on bags on a chair and ended the call.
Almost everyone from my flight was gone by the time she arrived. My jaw hit the floor. Marina fucking Alexander surveyed the area before her eyes found me. Tate Parker and a man the size of a school bus followed closely behind her.
“Sawyer?” she asked. I stared at her for a long moment as she came my way.
“Yeah.” I closed the short distance between us, my bags completely forgotten. “This has to be a mistake; we can’t be related. I mean, you’re Marina Alexander, and I’m nobody.”
“I don’t think it’s a mistake, and you are somebody. You’re my big brother, among other things.” Her smile lit the entire room. She was often referred to as one of the most beautiful women in the world. Thank God I’d never been attracted to her like that.
“Ma’am, we need to move. This area isn’t secure.”
The rumbling bass voice drew Marina’s attention to the men who flanked her. “How rude of me. Sawyer, this is my friend, Tate Parker.” It was common knowledge that they had been dating for years. “And, this is our bodyguard, Sam.” The enormous dude to her left gave me a curt nod.
“Do you want to go somewhere more secure and talk?” I asked. Sam was right; the baggage claim area would fill up again soon, which would compromise her safety and privacy. I was surprised by the surge of protectiveness I felt toward her. Before now, I’d never met anyone I shared blood with, so maybe it was a normal reaction. “I work at an elementary school about thirty minutes from here. The kids are still on summer break, so there won’t be many people there.”
“Sounds perfect. Our driver is waiting outside. We’ll give you a lift to your car and then follow you to the school.” She lifted my duffle bag from the chair behind me.
“I can get that,” I protested and unsuccessfully tried to take it from her. The woman was incredibly strong.
“Why do men always equate boobs with helplessness?” I’m not too proud to admit that the determined look on her face scared me a little bit.
“You know, Del,” Tate interjected, “you don’t always have to be in charge.”
She sighed. “I know.” She placed the bag in his outstretched hand. He seemed good for her.
*
I held open the classroom door for my guests and let it close