The Right Twin. Laura Altom Marie

should have a complaint and not be able to deliver it to the inn’s owner herself. “Dumbest thing I ever did, making that promise.”

      “Oh, I don’t know…” Heath toyed with a silver-and-crystal saltshaker. “That phrase strikes me as pretty sexy. The confidence behind your statement shows you to be a powerful woman. Wholly in control.”

      Ha! Her sister was all that.

      Sarah, however, had never felt more out of control.

      Pulse racing, mouth dry, head spinning—she had serious problems. Not the least of which was that just this once she wanted to feel that way again. Powerful and in control. She used to, but then Greg had gone and done a number on her head. Lying about so many things that her whole life had been turned upside down. Leading her to this moment, when here she sat with an amazing guy and was actually afraid to like him!

      Beyond the primary fact that Sadie would disapprove, Sarah knew she wasn’t ready for even casual flirtation, let alone anything more serious. Like the kind of deep-seated emotions called for in mutual trust.

      “Sadie?” he prompted. “You’re scowling again.”

      “Yes, I am,” she said, “and it’s getting tiresome.” Determined to cast aside doubt and worry for the few remaining minutes she had before she needed to help her sister’s crew get started on dinner, Sarah said to her guest, “Let’s change the topic to something more lighthearted. Like you telling me what you do for fun?”

      Glancing out at the garden, then looking up at the ceiling and ultimately giving her a shrug, he said, “Work keeps me busy.”

      “Oh, come on,” she teased. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys for whom work is his entire life. What’s your passion? What do you do for a living that’s so all-consuming?”

      “I’m a computer game designer. Ever heard of Seether?”

      “Heck, yeah. That’s only like PC Gaming’s game of the year. You designed that?”

      “You don’t have to sound so shocked.”

      “I’m not, it’s just that I’m a huge fan. That’s one of the best games ever.”

      “And you’ve had time to play…when?”

      “Very rarely,” Sarah quickly volleyed, remembering that she was temporarily her sister, who had never in her life played a computer game other than solitaire. “But when I have, those three-headed nanobeasts are hell. Meeting the guy who actually dreamed them up is a thrill.”

      “Wow, thanks,” he said, his gaze darting away, as if her praise embarrassed him. “Talking to you could be seriously good for my ego.”

      “With your talent, I wouldn’t think you’d need an ego boost.”

      Grinning and shaking his head, he admitted, “That used to be the case, but then, I met up with a woman who—”

      “Sadie, hon,” Helga called through the kitchen door. “When you get a sec, I need your help with the dinner menu.”

      Sarah groaned. “Be right there!” Why did Helga the Horrible need her right now? Just when the conversation had taken such an interesting turn? “Sorry. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to continue our chat later.”

      “Sure,” he said, dazzling her with his smile. “Just so happens I’ll be around till Sunday.”

      “WHAT?” HEATH BARKED into his cell upon recognizing the caller ID. He was intent on finishing his run around the inn’s lake. Even more, he was intent on working his body so hard that his brain would no longer have the energy to dwell on Sadie’s fascinating smile.

      “Ouch,” his twin said over the crackling static of a bad connection. “Is that a sign that things aren’t going so great?”

      “No,” Heath said, bare-chested, hunched over and breathing hard alongside a pile of boulders. The blazing afternoon sun bore down on him. His memory of his hostess dressed in denim Daisy Dukes made him hotter still. “As far as you’re concerned, everything’s fine.”

      “So, then, what’s your problem?”

      “You know the owner?”

      “Sadie Connelly?”

      “Yeah. What’s the scoop on her?” Heath wanted to know.

      “I don’t know. I mean, she’s supposedly a great chef and all. Why?”

      “No biggie,” Heath replied. It was just that for the first time since Tess had crushed his spirit he felt like his old self—at least in terms of his manhood. If manhood was even a word? Something about Sadie Connelly intrigued him. Attracted him. Made him want to slough off the funk he’d been mired in and take another chance on life. All of which should have been a good thing. But seeing how the last time he’d felt any of that he’d been burned, Heath wasn’t sure whether he should be happy about rejoining the land of the living or scared as hell.

      “You still there?” A car revved in the background.

      “Uh-huh.”

      “You don’t have a thing for this woman, do you? I mean, you’ve only been there a few hours.”

      “No. No way, man. She’s a looker and all, but you know me. I’m single and lovin’ it.”

      Hale snorted.

      “What?”

      “Layin’ it on a bit thick, aren’t you? From the few pictures I’ve seen of her, you could do worse. Only, seeing how you’re supposed to be me, kindly refrain from fraternizing. It’s against my professional code of ethics.”

      “Who said anything about fraternizing?” Heath asked, scooping up a stone and skipping it across the lake’s glassy surface.

      “Okay, great,” Hale said over more engine noise. “Look, I’ve got to go, but I did remember one thing about Miz Sadie and that’s that I’m pretty sure she’s engaged, which definitely puts her off-limits. Meaning, you might wanna check for a ring before trying out any more of your patented moves.” Hale, who was the family playboy and knew full well that Heath didn’t have any such thing as moves, patented or otherwise, finished by laughing.

      “Screw you.”

      “Lighten up. I’m just joshing, man. I’m sure you’ve got all the right stuff to make Miz Sadie swoon. Only, don’t do it. It’d be bad for business.”

      “I’ve gotta go,” Heath said, eyeing the idyllic inn across the lake. Maybe two more times around the dirt trail would make his head a little clearer. Sadie engaged? No way. But then, if she was well on her way to tying the knot, that’d probably be best for all concerned. Especially him!

      “Fine,” Hale said. “Only, don’t let me down, bro. I’ve got a lot riding on this review.”

      Then you should be here, doing it yourself.

      “I’M IMPRESSED,” SARAH called from the lakeside gazebo, where she stood with a cold bottle of water in her hand. “You’re speedy.”

      Heath gave her a nod, stopping to brace his hands on his knees. “And if that water’s for me, you’re my new best friend.”

      “Mmm…” She wagged the bottle, then tossed it his way. “Looks as if you just got yourself a pal.”

      He twisted open the white plastic top, then half emptied the bottle in three swigs. “This hits the spot. Thanks.”

      “You’re welcome. I was picking herbs when I spotted you across the lake. I figured you’d need a cool drink when you finished.”

      “You figured right.” He eased onto the wide gazebo steps, rolling the sweating bottle across his forehead.

      Sarah tried doing the polite thing, looking away from his chest, but up close and personal