Tears filled her eyes. “How could you?”
With that, Harlow ran out of the apartment, slamming the front door. Robyn stood in the silence, knowing the fight was far from over and dreading what would be the next of many, many rounds.
* * *
Harlow finished typing up the notes from her call with a client who wanted to charter a full-day sail. The two kids under the age of five might be a problem, she thought. Depending on whether they were prone to motion sickness. Adults generally knew if they could handle the movement, but kids could go either way.
Still, an eight-hour sail would be fun, especially if Austin wanted to crew. She glanced at the clock and knew he would be docking anytime now. She would ask him when he was back. She picked up her phone. Still no text from her mother, which surprised her. Why hadn’t she heard something? An apology or an offer to talk?
She shook her head. Her mom was being ridiculous. For years, she and her mom had talked about her getting married there. They’d joked about an after-the-reception pool party. They’d agreed on a valet service to handle the cars.
Harlow had always planned on getting married at the house, and now her mom wanted to sell the place out from under her?
“Don’t think about that right now,” she murmured. Crying at work was never a good idea. She sucked in a breath and turned her attention to her email. She’d barely opened the first one when Zafina, Kip’s twin sister, walked into the office.
Like Kip, Zafina was tall, with dark hair and eyes. She was assistant manager at a local waterfront restaurant. Harlow hadn’t gotten to know her as well as she would like but figured there was plenty of time.
“Hi,” she said, circling the desk. “You’re a surprise. Were we supposed to meet about something?”
Zafina frowned. “No. I’m here to see Cord.”
Her dad? That made no sense. “Why?”
Just then her father walked out of his office. “Zafina!”
There was something in the way he said the name. Something that—
Before Harlow could figure out what was going on, Zafina stepped into her father’s embrace, and then they kissed. On the mouth! As if they were—
“Dad?”
Cord kept his arm around Zafina. “What?”
The obvious explanation kept forming, then slipping away, because it was impossible to consider. He couldn’t. They couldn’t. Only it seemed…
“You’re dating?”
Zafina gave Cord a hurt look. “You said you’d told her.”
“I said I was going to. It’s no big deal.” Her father grinned. “Zafina and I are a thing. Isn’t it great?”
Harlow stared at them, trying to understand. Since the divorce, her father had dated a lot of younger women. Harlow figured that after nearly twenty years of marriage, he wanted to play the field. But this was different. And hard to grasp.
“You’re dating my fiancé’s sister and you didn’t tell me?”
“Don’t make it sound like that, kiddo.”
“But you kept it a secret.” And it was gross, but she didn’t say that.
“We wanted to be sure it was the real thing.”
No. No way. The real thing? What did that even mean?
Zafina stepped toward her. “I know this is a surprise, but I like your father very much. He’s a good man, and we’re happy.”
Like as in like? No. Just no. “There’s a big age difference.”
“Hey,” Cord said with a laugh. “I’m not that old.”
“It’s twenty years.”
“I’m fine with it,” Zafina told her.
Harlow was not. “But you’re Kip’s sister, and Kip and I are engaged. And now you’re dating my dad?”
Zafina smiled. “Isn’t it great?”
Not really.
“We’re grabbing drinks and an early dinner,” Cord said.
For one heart-stopping second, Harlow had the horrifying thought that he was going to invite her and Kip to join them—like a double date. Fortunately, all he said was, “You’ll lock up for the night?”
“I will. Not a problem.” She faked a smile. “You kids have fun.”
They left. Harlow stood by her desk, trying to understand what had just happened. Her father was dating her fiancé’s twin sister. And it was “the real thing.”
No, she thought again. This was bad, and she couldn’t even mentally articulate why. Her brain simply couldn’t grasp the information.
Deciding ignoring what she couldn’t understand would work, at least in the short term, she started checking on the boats. She made sure the cabins were locked and the lines secured. Just as she reached the last boat, the final charter for the day made its way into the marina. Austin stood on the bow, ready to jump onto the finger pier to tie off. Harlow waved him back, then caught the line.
She worked with Austin and Buddy, the captain, to help the passengers off the boat, then helped with cleanup. Once the boat was locked up for the night, she motioned Austin into the office.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“First, we have a day-long sailboat charter. Young family, two kids under five. Want to take it with me?”
Her brother grinned. “Sure.”
“There could be puke.”
He laughed. “Always a possibility in our line of work. Put it on my schedule.”
“I will. Did you know Dad’s dating Zafina?”
Her brother’s expression was confused. “The sister?” He grimaced. “Seriously? Dad’s dating Kip’s twin sister? Gross.”
“Thank you. I was thinking the same thing. She came in to pick him up, and they were all hugging and kissing. I had no idea. He kept it from me.”
“He’s not the only one,” Austin mumbled.
“What do you mean?”
Her brother shook his head. “Nothing. Forget I said that.”
“Austin? Please?”
He sighed heavily, his shoulders rounding. “Kip had to know.”
“What?” she shrieked.
But even as she asked the question, she knew her brother was right. Zafina would have told Kip she was dating her twin’s future father-in-law.
“Maybe I’m wrong,” Austin said quickly.
While she wanted that to be true, she knew it wasn’t. Of course Kip had known. The twins were tight, like her and Austin. That was one of the things she loved about Kip—how much he cared about his family.
“No, you’re not wrong,” she whispered. “He knows.”
Kip had lied to her, or at the very least, kept the truth from her.
“I never thought he’d do that,” she admitted.
Lies of omission were even worse than the real thing, because they implied that someone else had the right to decide how much she had a right to know. An issue for her that went all the way back to when she’d had cancer. Her parents had told her only that she would be sick for a while. They’d kept the truth from her—that she very well might die. Something she’d never gotten over.
Austin’s mouth twisted. “I’m sorry.”
“Me, too.” She cleared her throat. “Okay, I’m going to lock up and go home.”
“You’ll be all right?”