I glanced toward my bureau drawer, at the place where I'd stashed it and checked it obsessively since I'd returned, fantasizing that Elias would call.

But that was just a fantasy. Nothing more.

He didn't give a shit. And I needed to let go. It wasn't healthy, pining away after someone who didn't even like me.

"You have it, don't you?" she asked. "You kept it. Call him."

"No," I said. "I'm not calling him. If he were interested, he'd call me. I'm not throwing myself at him."

Abby sighed. "What if it was all just some kind of misunderstanding? Would you really be okay with walking away and not knowing?"

I shook my head. "It's not a misunderstanding," I said. "It's crystal clear to me. He thought it would be awesome to screw an actress. And I was stupid and thought it was more. That's it. Besides -"

The doorbell rang, and I looked for my purse. "Pizza guy is here. Perfect timing, because I'm totally over talking about Elias. When I get back, new conversation topic- Morocco."

42.

Elias "She tried, I guess," Luke said. "I mean, she was just weak. She wasn't like the asshole."

We all nodded, sitting around the table in the house where we grew up. We'd buried her two hours earlier, just the four of us standing around her grave. I'd purchased the plot with my savings, something to make sure she wasn't in a state burial plot, the way the asshole had been buried. I didn't want her buried with him. No matter what kind of inadequate mother she'd been, there was something that didn't sound right about that. At least I could do that much.

Their feelings about her were as mixed as mine, I was sure. What could you really say about a woman who stayed with a man like our father, someone who beat his wife, beat his kids within an inch of their lives? She tried, at least.

But she should have tried harder, Killian said. We were kids, so she should have tried harder.

I guess that was the reality. I wasn't glad she was gone, not like I felt about the asshole - but I wasn't devastated, either.

It was what it was. Just the way life goes.

Killian held up a whiskey glass. "To our mother. May she finally have some peace."

I nodded. "To our mother."

We tossed back the whiskey, otherwise silent. It was a strange thing, all of us together, for the first time in years. It didn't feel right, somehow, the fact that we were all together solely because she'd died.

Brothers should be tighter than that, I thought.

My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking the silence, and I slid it out, looking at the number.

I looked up at Silas.

"What is it?" he asked, his face apprehensive. "What happened now?"

I recognized the number immediately. It was the number I had emblazoned on my brain, the one I kept telling myself I should call.

It just didn't seem right, me being concerned about what happened with some girl, when my mother had just died.

"It's River's number," I said, the cell phone buzzing over and over. "Her throwaway. The one we got her here."

"Well, shit, man," Killian said. "A fucking movie star is calling you. Pick up the goddamn phone."

The buzzing stopped, and I shrugged, putting the phone on the table. "It's nothing," I said, looking around at their faces.

"Are you fucking serious?" Silas said. "She left because she thought you were a douchebag who said shitty things about her. Then she said you were -and I quote- the real deal on fucking TV, and now she's calling you? What the hell is wrong with you? You don't not answer the phone. Now you are being a douchebag."

Killian and Luke stared at me, nodding.

"Douchebag," Luke chimed in.

"You're being a dickwad," Killian said.

The phone buzzed again, and I slid the screen open to read the message.

"It's not from her," I said, reading it, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Who's it from?" Silas asked. "What does it say?"

"Shit," I said, realizing what I had to do. "I have to go to LA. Now. And you fucked this all up, Silas. So you're coming with me."

"This is it," I said. "This is the address."

Silas whistled. "Fancy."

"Well, what'd you think it was going to be?" I asked. "She's a fucking star. Shit, man, she's way out of my league. I shouldn't be here."

"Yeah, well, you are now," he said. "Too late to change your mind."

What the hell was I going to say now that I got here?

"I don't even know if she's here."

"Her friend, the chick that texted you, said she wasn't leaving until tomorrow," Silas said. "Get in and see her."

Inside, the security guard stopped me. "Resident?"

"Visiting," I said.

He looked down at me, brow burrowed. "Yes," he said, his tone nasal. "Visiting who precisely?"

"River Andrews."

He smirked. "Nice try," he said. "But there's no one by that name who lives here."

"Number 1279," I said. "This is the address she sent me."

He shrugged. "Like I said, no one by that name."

"Shit, man," Silas said. "Are you serious?"

I racked my brain. What was the fake name she gave Jed? Brenda. Bailey. Beth. "Beth Winters."

He shook his head, his eyes narrowed.

"Jesus, man, come on," I said.

"Wait a second. You're that guy," he said. "The bomb guy. The one she went to see." He looked back and forth between me and Silas. "There's two of you."

"Jesus Christ," Silas said. "Give this man a medal. Congratulations. We're twins."

"YES," I said. "Yes. That's me. I'm not a psycho stalker or something. I know her."

"Ex-Navy, right?"

"Yes, yes." I didn't want to chat. Right now, I wanted to flatten this guy for getting in the way of me seeing her.

"My son's thinking of joining the Navy," he said.

"That's nice." I looked toward the elevator.

The guard ambled slowly toward the desk. "It was in the news, you know," he said. "One of the magazines. Had your picture in it, with River's. I read your story. Article said you cleared a bomb in Afghanistan, ahead of a convoy that would have never seen it coming. You're a hero."

"Yes," I said, exhaling. "That's me. Hero."

He took out a card, and I reached for it, but he didn't hand it over, still talking. "You're not going up there to break that girl's heart, are you?"

"No," I said, pulling the card from his hand. "Fuck. No."

"For the elevator. Need it to get to the upper floors."

"Thank you."

The whole way up the elevator, my heart pounded in my chest. I ran through what I was going to say.

"What are you going to tell her?" Silas asked.

"Shut the hell up, man."

The door opened, and...a girl, not River, wearing a tank top, her arms covered in tattoos, a ring in her nose, stood in front of us, a confused look on her face. Then she grinned. "There's two of you."

"Who are you?"

She put her hand on her hip. "Abby. Who the fuck are you?"

Silas grinned. "Silas. And Elias."

She looked us up and down. "Twins," she said. "I dig it."

"Is River here?"

"So you're Elias, huh?" she asked, her gaze hard. She exhaled. "I guess I can see it."

"See what?"

"You're hot, I guess, in a rugged kind of way," she said. "I mean, I prefer pussy myself, but I can see what she sees."

"Is she here?" I asked.

"Hey River," she called. "Pizza guy is here."

"I didn't order any - "

There she was, standing in the doorway.

Looking at me.

"Elias," she said, her eyes focused on mine. And then she looked at Silas. "You're twins."

I shrugged, embarrassed. "I didn't mention he was my twin," I said. "I didn't think to, and-"

"I think you overheard something at the bar -" Silas began.

"Yeah, I heard what you said. Expiration date. Just a fling."

I glared at Silas. "Not me," I said. "This jackass said that."

Silas threw his hands up in the air. "Guilty," he said. "It was me. In my defense, I was actually saying there was an expiration date on it because someone like you would in no way really date this asshole. Because you're slumming it."

Behind her, Abby whooped. "Hah," she said. "Did I say there was an explanation?" She pushed past River and motioned for Silas. "Guess we should give them some privacy," she said, stepping back a few feet.

The pair hovered a few yards away.

"I can see you," I yelled. "I'm missing a leg. I'm not fucking blind."

I heard Abby cackle.

"I thought it was you," River said. "Saying that stuff. I thought it was you."

I nodded. "I know."

"You didn't tell me you had a twin."

"I don't know what to say about that," I said. "It was an unfortunate oversight."