CARMEN POV

“Dad.”

The word snapped in the air like a whip.

I stared at the girl and guy standing in the living room, arms still half-wrapped around Hunter. Twins. Both tall, attractive in that annoyingly effortless way, and clearly comfortable in this space. One look and it was obvious—they were his. The resemblance was undeniable.

My chest tightened.

He has kids?

They looked about my age. Maybe older by a year or two. Both of them turned their eyes to me as soon as they pulled away ...