"You little pig, why are you copying me?"
"I'm not copying you. You're the one who's just like Bunny," Ian Monroe's voice suddenly rang out.
"I'm like a pig? He's the one who's like me, alright! Wait, no, I'm not saying the pig is like me, and I'm not like a pig. We're nothing alike! That's not it, I have nothing to do with any pigs!"
"Why are you here? My parents are out."
"Your dad?" The word seemed to hit a nerve with Jasper Rockwell. "Is your dad Evan Fairchild?"
Ian Monroe gave a very reluctant nod.
Jasper Rockwell's eyes flew wide, and the lollipop dropped from his mouth in shock.
He sized Ian Monroe up again and swallowed hard. 'This kid really looks just like Evan Fairchild!'
'It wasn't that his features were a carbon copy, but his whole aura was identical! He's the spitting image of Evan Fairchild as a kid!'
'How did I not notice this the first time I met him?'
'And Evan Fairchild? When did *he* find out?'
'Damn! What incredible drama have I missed!'
