Twins Times Two!. Lisa Bingham

could ignore the whole situation and continue on as before,” Polly suggested.

      Bettina gasped as if the cosmic forces of the universe were shuddering at the very idea. “Both sets of twins once shared the intimacy of the womb. Their psyches have unconsciously orchestrated this reunion. To separate them again would be a tragedy.”

      “Let’s leave the Fates out of this please,” Grace inserted quickly before Bettina could begin elaborating on psychic bonds. “I think we would be better off focusing on the present reality of the situation.”

      Cara bit her lip. “Ross Gifford has to be told.”

      If Cara had expected her friends to talk her out of the idea, the silence of the room confirmed her worst fears. Yes. He would have to be told.

      “How…when?” she stammered faintly.

      “The sooner the better,” Bettina offered. “To hold on to such a secret would eat at your soul.”

      “True, but I think before you start telling the man anything, you’d best think things through,” Polly said.

      “Polly is right.” Grace sank onto the cushion next to Cara and took her hand. “You’ve got to look at this from every angle. And when the time comes, you’ll have to tell Ross.” She gave Cara a look of concern. “But not tonight. As much as you might want to blurt things out the minute you see him, I think you’d better consult with a lawyer before you do anything.”

      “I agree,” Polly offered. “I could call Bert Morton and get you into his office tomorrow morning.”

      Cara took a deep shuddering breath. “And until then?”

      The other women exchanged concerned gazes.

      “We’ll take over the rest of the evening for you. Why don’t you go home, put your feet up—” Grace began.

      “No.”

      Cara wasn’t aware that she’d said the word aloud until the force of it surprised even her.

      “No, I’ve got to stay and finish out the evening.” Cara prayed that her friends wouldn’t push her for an explanation. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to stay. But she needed to be here. She needed to see Ross’s children again, to study them for long minutes in the darkness of their rooms. Maybe then she would be able to sort things out for herself and bring her reeling thoughts into line.

      “No, I’ll stay. Ross Gifford was nervous enough about leaving his children for the evening. I won’t give him any more reason for concern. From the look of things, this man has more money than God. I don’t think it would be good for business to do anything to upset him.”

      It was easy to see from her partners’ faces that they had already come to the same conclusion but had been willing to support her needs first.

      “Really,” she insisted with more strength than she felt, “I’ll be fine.”

      Eventually Cara was able to convince her friends that she wasn’t in immediate danger of becoming hysterical. Even so, it was more than an hour later when the women finally climbed into the van. Cara stood at the nursery window, watching them drive away. Hoping she looked natural, she smiled and waved.

      But the smile died the moment the van was lost from view.

      The quiet of the house settled around her. The central air created an artificial draft that should have been pleasant but made her feel chilled instead.

      Idly her gaze swept over the lawn, the artificial pond, the distant glimpse of a winding footpath and a rock bridge.

      Such a beautiful home.

      In the darkness Ross’s estate seemed even more removed from the real world. Subdued lighting had been cleverly camouflaged to make it look as if the grounds were flooded in moonlight. From her vantage point, she could see the deer grazing beneath the trees, the ducks sleeping in the reeds, their heads tucked beneath their wings.

      So serene. So beautiful. So surreal.

      Once again Cara had the feeling that she had been plunged into the middle of a picture postcard or a movie set. If only she’d been given some hint of what she would find here. Maybe if she’d been more prepared…

      But how could anyone be prepared for what she’d found here?

      Without warning, the phone on the wall bleeped. Cara jumped, her hand flying to her chest as if to keep her heart from leaping free.

      Taking a deep breath, she lifted the receiver. “This is the Gifford residence, may I help you?”

      “This is Ross. I’m on my way home now.”

      There was a pause, and Cara wondered how she was supposed to respond to his blunt announcement.

      Yes, sir?

      Whatever you say, sir?

      “Very good, Mr. Gifford.” Damn. That sounded like something the stuffy Stibbs might say.

      “How have things gone?”

      Again, her stomach flip-flopped. Then, with the realization that she would soon be confronting Ross face-to-face, she fought a flash of dizziness.

      What was she going to do?

      What was she going to say?

      “Miss Wells?”

      “Th-the children were wonderful. They’re sleeping soundly right now.”

      “Did you have any problems when I left?”

      Such as her well-ordered existence tumbling down around her ears?

      “No. They were fine.”

      There was a beat of silence.

      “Really?”

      “Yes.” Then she quickly amended, “They cried a bit when they realized you were gone, but I was able to divert their attention with a puzzle.”

      “I’m impressed. Even Melba has a hard time getting them to sleep. They tend to get nervous and whiney unless I’m home.”

      “Then they must have been very tired because they didn’t put up a fuss.”

      “And how is Melba?”

      Cara had been so embroiled in her own concerns, she’d forgotten to phone Ross with an update as she’d promised. “She’s out of surgery and doing well.”

      “That’s good news. I’ll see you in five minutes.”

      A click in her ear let her know the call had been terminated, and for some unaccountable reason she was miffed at the sudden dismissal. He’d hung up without so much as a word of farewell as if she were…

      An employee.

      But wasn’t that exactly what she was? In fact, she couldn’t even lay claim to that much of a role in his life. She was a “temp” of sorts who had been hired to fill in for a few hours. And now instead of slipping out of his life as easily as she’d drifted in, she was here…

      To stay?

      No. Despite what she had discovered, she wasn’t about to become a part of Ross Gifford’s life. They would sort out this mess and she would go back to her routine.

      But even as she insisted such a thing to herself, she instinctively knew that she was underestimating the effects of the newfound knowledge. No matter what happened from this point on, she and Ross would be forever linked, due to an error made by a hospital employee years earlier.

      Her nerves stretched even tighter, threatening to snap. More than anything she wanted to go home, curl up in the rocking chair in her children’s bedroom and surround herself in all that was comfortable and familiar. But before she would be able to do that, she would have to “make small talk” with an important client. She would have to summon all of her inner strength so that she gave no hint of the turmoil roiling