"'The hell it isn't,' Patrick finally got out.
"'It is and it isn't,' Martin said.
"'How did you know?' Patrick asked.
"'After my dad died—my other dad—I heard my mom talking. She and her best friend were drinking. They thought I was asleep. She'd never said anything. I guess she was worried that the family would throw her out or disown her or something.' Martin looked sad. 'You remember things like that. When you showed up, I knew right away.'
"'I thought there was something similar about you two,' I said. Patrick held his hands across the table, extending his fingers.
"'Same hands,' he said. Martin spread his fingers to compare, and then they clasped hands for a moment.
"'I figured you knew,' Martin said, 'because of the way you kept watching me."'
"I'll be damned," Cree said. Willow finished her coffee.
"So, they talked and decided not to rock the boat."
"You never know, do you?" Cree said.