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blue-eyed senator. Rhys was tall too, but slim and green-eyed, with dirty blond hair. Beyond that, the man was controlled, polished, and rich. There was no resemblance. He exhaled. There was nothing to see.
    The senator placed his arm over his wife’s shoulders. “I don’t know, honey. It’s been a long, emotional day.” He looked at Rhys and smiled a senator’s empty smile, a kind of insincere, although I don’t know you, I have your best interest at heart kind of smile.
    Mrs. Wentworth straightened. Her eyes met the senator’s. “Rhys is really smart. He got into that Alaskan boarding school program, the one the House sponsored.”
    The senator nodded and glanced at Rhys with a new expression in his eyes, a kind of respect. “That’s really selective. Why didn’t you go?”
    It was complicated. Rhys didn’t answer.
    The librarian had no such hesitation. “One of the girls switched his test with another kid’s.”
    She spewed his secret like he hadn’t told her that in confidence. It was his fault for bitching about Elena in the break room. He frowned. Who knew how many confidences he’d shared with Mrs. Wentworth over the years? He should have kept his mouth shut. He pressed his lips tight, as if he could shut himself up after the fact.
    Bob typed on his computer tablet. “Next group of kids is scheduled to go to that boarding school next week. First group went off without a hitch. Hmm. That’s tight. But, I can make it happen.” He tapped on the screen. “Settled. Rhys will go to boarding school in Alaska. Monday.”
    “I was already looking into the boarding school,” Mrs. Wentworth said. “Quietly. I was going to make sure Rhys got his shot. He earned it.”
    No one protested, and Rhys had to speak up. “And when the test comes back and shows I’m not a Wentworth?”
    “That’s not going to happen,” the librarian said.
    Rhys found it hard to look into her kind, gray eyes. They held a seventeen-year-old dream that was only going to be blown away. She’d be hurt all over again.
    He paced over to the windows overlooking the pool. Two waterfalls. Statues of a robed lady. Animal-shaped azalea hedges. These people had no clue about the real world. The last thing he wanted to do was bring that down on them Trallwyn trailer park style. If he stayed in town, and the press got wind of this story, that’s exactly what would happen. He shoved his bangs off his forehead and turned back to the people in the room. “I’ll go,” He said flatly.
    Bob pulled out his smart phone. “I’m on it. I’ll arrange for Rhys to be picked up Monday. We’ll formulate a plan to deal with the lab results when they come in.”
    Rhys got the librarian’s confusion. But he didn’t understand why Bob and the senator were treating the baby switch as if it were remotely possible. Things like that didn’t happen. Maybe politicians planned for all contingencies during election years. He didn’t know.
    He looked at Christian and thought about what he knew of him from his mom: successful student at Trallwyn Prep, perfect son. He thought about what he knew of him from glimpses over the years: polished, said “hi” to him at the library, and smiled at his mom. Rich. Spoiled. Soft. On the off chance that this was real, he knew there were things to be said.
    Rhys addressed his words to the room as a whole. “My mom doesn’t watch much news.” Any . “So no need to bring her into this.” She’d find a way to fleece you . He glanced at Christian and pointed to the senator and the librarian. “You look like your parents. So I’m sure you went home with the right family.”
    He looked at the librarian, who was a mess, her usual friendly expression torn away by emotion. The senator didn’t look much better. Damn. He was a freaking senator. He needed to man-up.
    Rhys lowered his voice and stared at the door. “When that cheek swab returns, if there’s the tiniest chance Christian is my mom’s kid, hide the results.