The moment my eyes landed on him, the name dropped into my mind before he even spoke.
Nicole Morris.
I'd heard of him before.
Not much, just fragments that floated around whenever Dave's family came up in hushed, awkward conversations. The eldest son of Morris, who walked away with his sister.
The one who chose distance over drama. The one who never came back… until now.
And now here he was.
At first glance, he could have passed for Dave's twin, just the blonde version.
Same tall frame, same broad shoulders, same set of the jaw that made people think twice before crossing them. But the differences… they were impossible to miss.
Where Dave's hair was a jet black that drank in the light, Nicole's was golden, catching it and throwing it back like it was spun from something rare.
His eyes were softer in shape but not in weight, seemed to carry something serious which I could not pin point.
