Still, she glanced at his face, a spitting image of Nathan Fawcett. 'It's no wonder I followed him home drunk,' she thought. 'The resemblance is uncanny!'
Anne Sutton asked, "May I ask your name?"
Hearing this, Nathan Fawcett shot her a dismissive look. "What for? So you can keep pestering me later?"
"..." Anne said, "That's not it..."
Still, she found it hard to believe that two people in the world could look so alike.
Nathan Fawcett glanced at her, then swung his legs over the side and got out of bed.
His phone rang. He stood up, grabbed it from the nightstand, and answered. Anne heard a little boy's pouting voice on the other end. "Bad Daddy, you promised you'd come back to be with me! Why didn't you? You're a liar!"
Hearing that this man had a son, Anne felt her mind go completely blank, as if a bomb had just gone off in her head.
'Holy shit!'
It was one thing to get drunk and mistake a stranger for someone else, but to think he was a family man!
