It was all too much for a Thursday morning. Lovey was supposed to be heading for the morning Ladies' Bible Class. She was NOT supposed to be standing in her shop with her missing fiancés secret twin brother. And she was MOST CERTAINLY NOT supposed to be gaping at her assistant who seemed to be in on the secret.
Lovey let go of the sofa's arm and stood. This was her shop, and Ryan was her fiance!
Was her fiance? Five years.... Five long years. And now? Could he possibly still be alive? “Athena, are you going to tell me what this is all about?”
“Oh, Lovey,” Athena’s eyes teared up. “I’ve hated keeping secrets from you, but it was for your own good.”
“But not Ryan’s own good!” Rouen practically snarled. “What about my brother? Where is he? Why have you called me here now? Why all the theatrics?”
Athena took a deep breath and walked to an antique desk. Quickly she removed the plate of chocolate and all the antiques that were spread across the smooth surface. Finally, she sat in the chair and pushed what must have been either a lever or a button. There was a loud clicking sound and then the top of the desk slowly slid back, displaying what looked like an aged map.
“Luxor,” Rouen said softly, moving closer to the desk and looking down.
“Only half,” murmured Athena.