Free In The Arms of a Donovan: A Sexy BBW Billionaire Family Series Romance (The Donovans Book 13) by A.C. Arthur Page B

think it could have been suicide but because of the Donovan name and Darla’s father’s ties to the community, the medical examiner had simply ruled her death an accident. It was years later when Brandon had gone to Maryland to visit Brock while he was in college, that his brother shared his concerns with him. Brandon had thought about Brock’s comments and agreed that Darla Donovan would have never killed herself, regardless of the cancer or her eventual prognosis. It just wasn’t part of her personality. The brothers had eventually deemed it a moot issue as neither of them wanted to dredge up old hurts for their father or for Bailey. But now, Brandon shook his head, clearly, all bets were off.
    On another note, where was Bailey? She hadn’t answered Trent’s email and that wasn’t like her. His sister was diligent about communication. There were times when Brandon, Brock, his dad or his cousins, may not like what Bailey had to say, but she could always be counted on to give her opinion on any and every subject. He wondered at her silence now.
    As for what this Dane character was doing, Brandon had no idea what this guy’s plan was, but he’d rather know it up front, then wait for any more surprises. With that in mind, Brandon went back to his computer and replied to Trent that he would pull Donovan Oilwell’s financial records as soon as he returned home. Al kept all of this information on his home computer and Brandon—the son that was supposed to go into the family business—knew where it was stored.
    After dealing with the last email Brandon declared there was nothing else he could do at the moment. He dressed for dinner and headed out, looking forward to spending time with Amber once more.
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    “I’m a twin,” Brandon said as he stood on the deck with Amber later that evening.
    They’d enjoyed a great meal and had more wine than either of them thought was probably proper. Brandon had immediately thought of Tim as he’d finished his third glass. Then he considered that fact that he was far from being fall-down drunk the way Tim had been last night and he was nowhere near any of his co-workers. Tonight, he was just a man on a date with a lovely woman.
    She’d been standing with her back leaning against the railing while he’d opted to stare right out at the dark water. It soothed him somehow to look out at the nothingness, giving him a feeling that at some point all of the bad things that were going on would be gone.
    “What?” she asked, surprise clear in her voice.
    He shrugged because the comment had come out of nowhere. Well, for her it had. For Brandon he’d thought about their earlier conversations and how he’d been hesitant to tell her about his family considering all that was going on. But after the emails he’d read before dinner one thought had remained clear to him—he was a Donovan and there was no shying away from that fact. His family was everything to him and he would continue to be proud of that fact, and to hopefully uphold all that was good about the name.
    “I have a sister. We’re fraternal twins. Her name is Bailey,” he said. “I also have an older brother. His name is Brock.”
    “All B’s,” she said with a grin and shake of her head. “You know this is a real coincidence because my younger sister and brother are fraternal twins, Fiona and Frankie. I’m in the middle between them and two older sisters and a brother.”
    He nodded. “And you’re from Chicago?”
    “Yep, born and raised. I already said my dad owns a couple of dry cleaners there and my mother used to be a seamstress. She’s retired now.”
    She seemed totally willing to talk about her family which reinforced Brandon’s thought that he should be also.
    “My father runs the family oil company. My mother used to own a book store, before she was killed in a car accident,” he said, the last words almost sticking in his throat as Brock’s email message came to mind.
    “I’m sorry,” she said and