"No." Noah shook his head, trying not to stare, trying not to watch as Juliet shifted and struggled with what to say - in a way that was disturbingly like Macy would've. The way she moved was similar, and that, as much as the identical appearance, was throwing him off. He knew, of course, that there were people out in the world that looked like one another, but nothing like this. She had to be... Macy's twin. A younger twin. But they looked far, far, far too similar - not even similar, the same - to be random combinations of different people's genes. Or so it seemed to Noah.
His men were loitered about, trying to make sense of what was going on between their boss and the woman. He tended to be a no nonsense kind of guy. They would put everything where it needed to go, and then they would be done with it. Never had they seen him... like this.
"It was a long time ago." He rubbed a hand over his face and glanced over his shoulder. Noah gave his men an irritated look. "Grab some of the boxes. What are you waiting for?"