"What are you looking at?"


    Just as he was wondering, Juniper appeared, leaningnguidly against the doorframe with a ss of milk in her hand. She watched him with a sly, knowing smile in her clear eyes.


    "Someone''s messaging you," Shanley said, pointing at the phone, which was still shing with notifications. He was utterly annoyed. "They''re sending you kisses."


    A kissing sticker? And so many of them. What were their intentions? He didn''t like it one bit.


    Juniper walked over and nced at her phone. An image of Celine''s gorgeous, blissfully oblivious face instantly popped into her mind.


    She hadn''t expected Celine to actually keep her promise about their ''secret.'' If Warren ever found out his beloved wife was ying him like this, she couldn''t even imagine the epic meltdown he''d have.


    "What are you smiling about?" Seeing the grin on her face only made Shanley more agitated.


    "It''s a woman," Juniper said, putting down her milk. She traced a finger along his handsome jawline, a soft smile ying on her lips.


    "A woman?" Shanley couldn''t bring himself to smile. His face grew even darker. “So now you''re charming women, too?"


    "Someone''s jealous,” Juniper murmured, pressing the ss into Shanley''s hand with the air of a queen. "Take this to the kitchen."


    Then she slipped under the covers and tapped open her phone.


    The contact name "Little Miss" was disyed brightly on the screen.


    Little Miss? Shanley froze for a second before it clicked. This was the friend Juniper


    had met a few days ago, the one with the mental age of a six-year-old.


    Six years old... Shanley''s brow knitted, but a helpless smile touched his lips. Did this mean Juniper could charm men and women, young and old alike?


    This wouldn''t do. Too many people had their eyes on her. He would have to keep a much closer watch from now on.


    The next day, Juniper was sleeping soundly, wrapped in Shanley''s warm embrace, when the piercing ring of her phone shattered the morning quiet.


    So annoying. Juniper frowned and nudged the man beside her with her foot.


    Two secondster, the ringing stopped. Shanley''s voice filled the silence. "It''s your brother, Harold."


    Harold? Juniper slowly blinked her eyes open, her beautiful doe-like eyes still hazy with sleep.


    "Harold,” Juniper yawned, letting Shanley hold the phone to her ear. "It''s seven in the morning. This better be important."


    "It is," Harold said, his grip tightening on his phone, his tone grave. "Juniper, whose blood sample did you send me?”


    "What''s wrong?" Bing more alert, Juniper sat up and ran a hand through her messy hair.


    "The blood analysis shows that she shares certain gic markers with us," Harold answered, each word heavy.


    "What does that mean?” Her brain was still foggy from sleep, and she asked the question automatically.


    Celine''s genes were simr to theirs?


    "You''re a doctor, you know exactly what it means," Harold said, pausing for a moment before his voice grew hoarse. "When genes are this simr, it means either siblings... or parents."


    It was obvious. The person who gave the blood sample was only in her twenties; she couldn''t possibly be their parent.


    Juniper sat frozen on the bed, a loud buzzing filling her head. Siblings? Was he saying that Celine might be one of her sisters? How was that possible?


    "But I can''t be one hundred percent certain yet," Harold said, his brow furrowed in concentration. "The blood sample isn''trge enough for further testing


    "I understand." It took a long moment for Juniper to find her voice, and when she did, it was raw


    and dry. "I''ll handle the blood. But until we know for sure don''t tell our other brothers."


    Celine''s identity wasplicated, after all. It could easily attract trouble.


    "I know."