The Inherited Twins. Cathy Thacker Gillen

it was easier to accept Heath’s assistance than explain to the twins why she couldn’t, Claire walked back inside the cottage, picked up the bundle of bed and bath linens and dumped them into the cart. The plastic bag of trash went into a second wheeled container.

      With Heath “helping,” the twins wheeled the cart to the next cottage in need of cleaning.

      Claire unlocked the door and ushered the kids inside. “Come in while I collect the linens,” she said.

      Heath followed. “You were right, and I was wrong,” he told her.

      She went to one side of the bed, he went to the other. Together, they made short work of stripping off the sheets. Somehow, the action was as intimate as sleeping together. Maybe because of all the forbidden images being in a bedroom with this gorgeous man conjured up…

      Sensing Heath was not a man who apologized often, she took the bait. “Wrong how?”

      “About the college kids. I’ve never seen hotel guests that quiet, never mind at that age.” He shook his head in wonderment. “How’d you do it?”

      Claire smiled smugly. “I promised them ten percent off their tabs if no noise complaints were registered.”

      “Still, it was a risk…”