Mistaken Identity

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like another pound of pressure sitting
on her chest. If she didn’t get the thumbs-up of approval Jett would be
devastated.
    “Who’s
picking us up?” she asked.
    “My
older sister, Sky. It was supposed to be Scott, but he got called
in to work at the last minute.”
    “That’s nice
of her.”
    “Oh it was
self-serving. She’s been dying to meet you since I told them about you.”
    “You told
them about me?”
    “Yeah…” A bashful
expression marred his handsome face. “I was excited.”
    “It’s okay. Makes this easier on me.” Liar.   “Wait … your sister is
named Sky Walker?” Spoken aloud the two names clicked.
    He laughed. “ Yeap . Sky Rose Walker. I’m sure
the two of you will have fun bonding over name stories.”
    Honk.   Jett glanced over to the left. “There she is
in the green truck. Are you ready?”
    “As
I’ll ever be.” Clutching the handle of her suitcase for dear
life she followed him to the truck. A dark haired woman with shoulder length
hair, familiar green eyes, an oval shaped face, and a tall, slender build
climbed out of the cab, and walked toward them. Dressed in a pair of faded blue
jean shorts and an olive green tank top, she embraced Jett in a fierce hug.
    “Hey,
little brother, good to see you.” Sky exuded a laid-back
vibe that instantly set Kansas at ease.
    “Yeah,
because a week is much too long.” Sarcasm dripped from
every word Jett spoke.
    “Smart
ass.” They separated, and Sky turned to Kansas. “Kansas, it’s so good to finally meet
you!”   Kansas found herself pulled into a
welcoming hug. Shocked, she wrapped her arms around Sky and glanced at Jett who
shrugged, a large grin spread across his exuberant face.
    “You, too,
Sky.”
    “I’ll put the
bags in the truck.” Jett removed the suitcase from her hand and took it along
with his own. The hug ended, and Kansas shifted her weight. I feel like a fish out of water over.  
    “Come on, let’s load up into the truck. I see security eye-balling
us.” Sky snorted.
    Walking over
to the truck Jett had loaded they climbed into the cab, and Sky pulled away
from the curb.
    “I bought you
guys some time. The ‘rents don’t expect to see you guys until dinner tonight
around six.”
    “How’d you
manage to swing that?” Jett turned toward her, eyebrows raised.
    “Told them
you’d need some time to settle in … and your flight came in later.”
    “Smart.”
    “Yeah, I’m
the oldest, so I know the tricks. How long do you guys plan on staying?”
    “Just a few
days, I have filming coming up at the start of next week, and I wanted everyone
to meet her before the craziness starts.”
    “Understandable.
Don’t worry, Kansas, we’re harmless. You’ll find we’re pretty laid back around
these parts.”
    Kansas
smiled. Sky kept up a steady stream of conversation, pointing out landmarks and
telling childhood stories. As they pulled up into the driveway Kansas was
feeling a lot less nervous. They made plans to meet back up at six, and made
their way up the driveway. The candy brick house made her let out a low
whistle. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was nice. A two-story
home with large picture windows, candy brick, and a large, well-manicured yard.
    “Wow.”
    “You like
it?”
    The inflection
in his tone made her pause. Turning to him she arched an eyebrow.
    “You don’t?”
    “It’s not
what I would’ve picked for myself.” He shrugged as he unlocked the door.
    “Your
ex?”
    “Yeah, she
fell in love with it, and as much as I’m gone I wanted her to be comfortable.”   He pushed the door open and stepped back to
allow her to enter while he saw to the bags. Ever since they’d learned about
their tiny miracle he’d broken his neck to get anything even remotely heavy. It’s going to be a long pregnancy.   She spun around in the marbled entry way and
took in the crisp, clean, white walls, beige sectional with matching La-Z-boy,
giant screen television and light wood end tables. It is

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