“We WHAT ?!”

I blinked at him sullenly through the film of cocoa on me. “I’d appreciate it if you’d calm down and give me something to wipe my face with.”

It was then he noticed that I was actually wet.

Something extraordinary happened afterward.

Through all the time I’d ever known him, Raine only turned red when he told me his full name.

And right now, he could pass up for a beet or a fire-engine.

“No need to get embarrassed,” I said slyly, smirking at him as he handed me a paper towel.

“Who’s embarrassed?” he snapped, looking irritated with himself.

When I was sure that my face was clean of all chocolaty substances, I continued.

“We’re not…legally related, of course. We could’ve been, though, but your father divorced my mother.”

”...He what?”

“Is ‘what’ all you can say today? Sheesh, here I am, spilling my guts out to you, and all you can say is ‘what’.”

There was silence.

“I take it you didn’t know?”

Raine shook his head slowly, black hair swaying.