SAWYER didn‘t believe in fate or coincidence. But events like this…how anyone could believe they weren‘t somehow connected was beyond him.
“My grandfather and your aunt.” He stopped there, not sure what else to say. The child in him wanted to laugh, maybe tease, but Marc had looked dazed when they‘d left Simone‘s, so Sawyer stifled his amusement. It wasn‘t every day that you got the details of your parents‘ sex life, and that Marc had looked on May as his mother was obvious.
Marc chew