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  Daphne didn’t realize she’d been watching them until she turned back to find the spiky-haired blonde behind the counter staring at her. Daphne glanced over her shoulder again before she realized the college-aged young woman must have thought she was Raina.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey,” the girl said, but then slapped her hand over her mouth as if she’d dared too much. Was Raina a snob?

  Daphne slid her hands inside her jean pockets. “I’m not my sister” almost slipped out of her mouth. But even as the idea of Raina intimidating coffee-shop employees troubled her, she didn’t want to criticize her sister.

  Forget it. The good citizens of Honesty would soon find there were two of them, and this girl could expect the shock any moment.

  The girl lifted her khaki Cosmic Grounds baseball cap and settled it again on her spiky hairdo. “Can I help you?”

  “May I have a café au lait and a cherry scone?”

  “Sure.” Smacking a big wad of gum, she tapped out the charges and gave Daphne the bill, still studying her. “I’ll bring it to your table.”

  Daphne paid then found a spot for two in a dark corner. Until she knew how Raina felt, it might be best to keep their meeting private.

  Trying to be invisible reminded Daphne of how she’d spent her adolescence, hunched over, pretending she wasn’t a developing young woman, that she didn’t exist, hoping no one else would try to touch her.

  She was spending her twenties learning to live confidently in her own skin.

  A small hand with a Celtic ring tattooed in henna on its index finger slid a mug and scone onto the table.

  “I like that.” Daphne pointed to the girl’s finger.

  “You like it?”

  Daphne almost laughed. Raina must not seem like a tattoo kind of girl. The door opened, making the bell above it peal. The girl turned to greet her new customer. Only to wheel back and eye Daphne.

  “I thought you were her.”

  “You’re probably wondering why now.” Seeing them both, no one would have trouble telling the sophisticated, well-groomed Raina from Daphne.

  “Hunh.” The girl whistled around her gum and went back to the counter.

  Even Daphne felt confused when she looked at her twin. Daphne’s hair tended to clench like a fist in the rain, so she’d wound it into a knot before she’d climbed out of her car. Raina’s hair dared not curl. If they ever became intimate enough, Daphne would ask how her sister achieved such flawless control.

  Raina placed her order then came to the table. She tucked her change into a wallet that matched her multibuckled, oversize white purse. “Sorry I kept you waiting. I couldn’t find my umbrella. I never used to be so scattered.” Not one wrinkle, not a speck of dirt touched her white suit.

  Daphne marveled. Nature versus nurture. They were bound to learn which was more powerful if they got to know each other.

  “You’re staring,” Raina said.

  Daphne shut her mouth. “Not to be rude. Why’d you ask me to meet you here?”

  “You get to the point.”

  “I thought the same thing about you in Patrick’s office.” She must have said his name with some special emphasis because Raina lifted both eyebrows, leaning forward. Daphne touched her own brows.

  “Patrick talked you into giving me a second chance,” Raina said. “How did he do that?”

  Daphne picked a packet of sweetener out of a small ceramic holder. “He said you’d want to know me.”

  Raina stared at the sweetener package for a second. “I’m sorry about accusing you, but I have money, and you…”

  “Don’t. But I do have a temper.” And pride. “I have manners and feelings, despite my low-class background.”

  “Right. Sorry.” She took the sweetener out of Daphne’s fingers, and Daphne met her sister’s gaze.

  Again, Raina said nothing for several moments. Finally, she held her hand out. “I behaved like an idiot, but please take some time before you decide about me.”

  Daphne took her hand. They shook as the girl from the counter approached with a tray.

  Raina took it, her expression relaxing into a smile. “Thanks, Kyla.” She set her mug—tea—and a dish of sugar cubes on the table.

  “Sure.” Kyla took the tray back, still staring from one to the other of them. “Call me if you need anything else.”

  Raina grinned at Kyla’s retreating back. “She’s shocked. So am I, every time I look at you.”

  “But you seem to be taking it in stride now.” Daphne sipped her coffee. “I thought you were frightened this afternoon. Now, you seem confident, like a woman with a plan.”

  “My parents never told me I was adopted. Imagine opening a door and seeing someone with your face who tells you the last thing you want to hear.”

  “What did you think? That I’d had plastic surgery or something to make myself look like you so you’d give me money?”

  “I’m not suggesting we aren’t twins, but I’ve learned to be suspicious of everyone. I’ve already had guys ask me to marry them. Not because I’m so lovable.” She shrugged, and Daphne admired her ability to laugh at herself. “Which you may have noticed. But they each desired a piece of my net worth. My life is ludicrous, and you show up when I’m feeling most cynical.”

  “When is a bad time to find family? All I wanted was to know my sister.”

  That word felt strange to Daphne, not warm anymore. Raina ignored it.

  “I do a lot of things well.” She dropped a couple of sugar cubes into her cup, and then she dipped her tea bag. “My mother taught me to pretend people aren’t staring at me and my companion in a coffee shop. She trained me to wear the right clothes for spring, although she probably would have checked the weather forecast before she put on white. She taught me how to appear cool under fire.” She tilted her head at a wry angle. “Only, I seem to have a problem with that one, too.”

  “You’re not under fire. I want to know if we can be sisters.” A knot in her throat stopped her. She didn’t want Raina to realize how much it mattered.

  But Raina noticed. “That’s what I mean. I don’t know how I’m supposed to respond. My parents lied to me. You’re looking for someone who could be your family. I’ve just lost the last of mine, and here you are, suggesting we could belong together.”

  Belong together. Even Daphne hadn’t gone that far. Her heartbeat picked up a little pace. Speaking became difficult. This was why she’d come to Honesty.

  Raina stirred her tea without touching the sides of the mug and set the spoon delicately on a paper napkin.

  Suddenly, there was something Daphne had to know. “Did Patrick make you call me? He came after me because he was worried. This meeting was his idea.”

  Raina looked straight at her for the first time. “You call him Patrick as if you know each other.”

  Had he noticed she was attracted to him? “Should I have said Mr. Gannon?” What had Patrick said after he’d gone back upstairs? Had they laughed at her?

  “That’s not what I meant, but you two spent a few minutes alone in an elevator, and suddenly you’re both different.”

  Worse than laughing. “I took the stairs.”

  Raina looked confused, but then she laughed, picking up her spoon again. She gave her tea another stir. “I overreacted. To you and to everything about our situation.”

  “Being sisters? That situation?” Or was Raina staking her claim to Patrick? Suddenly, Daphne couldn’t breathe. She felt around for her own purse.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting out of here, once and for all. You don’t care that we’re sisters. You called only because you do what Patrick says.”

  “No, no, no.” Raina said it as she would chide a young child, and she reached for Daphne’s wrist. She looked down. “My God, you’re thin. Don’t you ever get a square meal?”

  Daphne wanted to run, but if she did, she’d never see Raina again. It was too much to risk.

  “Will you let me say I’m
sorry?” Raina let Daphne go, but her steady gaze suggested she might grab at Daphne again if she made a move toward the door.

  Maybe they were both overreacting.

  “Sorry,” Daphne said. “Maybe I seem confident, but trust isn’t my strong suit.” She wrapped her hand around her throat. Moments like this made her thirsty for more than just coffee.

  “That’s something we share.”

  Daphne flattened her hands on the table. “We share?” She hardly knew she’d said it out loud until Raina’s mouth began to move.

  “Four guys, Daphne. Four requests to help themselves to the Abernathy portfolio, all during the past three months. And I’ve known these men since I was a child.” She sipped her tea. Her mouth was so tight, Daphne half expected the liquid to trickle down her chin. “One was a friend of my father’s. His age.”

  Daphne slid her hands up her arms, over goose bumps. “I feel the ick factor, but you didn’t understand me.” Being blunt felt awkward. “I want to share—things—our past, the lives we want, the truth—with you. I want a real relationship, not a nodding acquaintance.”

  She stuttered to a halt, but Raina’s smile switched on. “You have weaknesses, too.”

  “That makes you happy?” That she was vulnerable? That one person left in the world could hurt her?

  “No, not happy. But I can identify with you. I may look capable, but something happened to me after my mother’s—death.” Raina’s sadness made Daphne long to comfort her, but Raina had a formidable touch-me-not air. “As you saw in Patrick’s office, sometimes I’m barely able to function. I’m wondering where you get your guts, why you have them but I don’t.”

  Daphne smiled. “That’s a funny word from you.”

  “Courage, if you prefer.”

  “I wonder whether we’re both brave enough to try being sisters.” Daphne eyed Raina over the rim of her coffee cup.

  Raina drank her tea, honest-to-God splaying her little finger, then she set the cup in its saucer.

  “Let’s get your things.” She pulled her suitcase-purse close to her chest.

  “My things?” Raina had gone from shrinking in Patrick’s office to bossing the sister she hadn’t fully accepted yet. Daphne grabbed her coffee, telling herself it was too soon to move in together. “I can’t stay with you.”

  Raina arched her perfect eyebrows. “You don’t have a job. Where can you afford to—”

  “I have a room in a hotel. I sent you the address.”

  “That place isn’t safe for a rat.”

  Daphne ran a finger over her eyebrows, which could have benefited from the waxing Raina had obviously recently endured. “Don’t let anyone say you’re not a plain speaker.”

  “I’m just suggesting you’d feel more comfortable, and we’d have more time together if you came home with me.”

  “Just a few hours ago you accused me of trying to rob you. It’s pretty hard to forget what you said.”

  “About?”

  “Not having money for me, Raina. Now you want to adopt me. But you and your buddy Patrick might talk it over in a few days and decide I’d tricked you into giving me a room in your ritzy house.”

  “Come on. I didn’t react well. Would you have done any better?”

  Daphne stared at her. “I honestly don’t know. I’m very aware that I’m the bad bargain in this deal.”

  “Bad bargain? What are you talking about?”

  “Are you serious? Look at me. My clothes are rags compared to yours. My tastes are plebeian. I have nothing to give you.”

  “I haven’t asked for anything.”

  “Except to be left alone.”

  “That’s over. Let’s think of how you can find a way to live here. You need a job, a home.”

  She stopped, her gaze pointed.

  “Raina, forget it. You own a palace and I’m peasant material.”

  “And proud of it.” Raina clearly refused to comprehend. “Can you type? I’ll bet Patrick could find work for you.”

  Daphne might have been annoyed if the seductive memory of Patrick’s hand sliding over her palm hadn’t made her push her fingers under her thighs. Getting close to Patrick would be courting danger. She’d learned a long time ago to ignore instant attraction. Her defenses must be down. “His charity won’t do, either. I’ll find something.”

  Raina opened her mouth, but words didn’t come.

  “You’ve also changed a lot since this afternoon,” Daphne said.

  “I’m not stunned anymore.” Raina stirred another cube of sugar into her tea. “Now that we agree, come with me and we’ll get serious about what to do next.”

  “We agree?” Raina’s enthusiasm put her off. Why had her sister changed her mind so quickly?

  Raina ignored her reticence. She flicked the label on her tea bag. “This stuff’s horrible. I’ll take you to a place that’ll serve us something with some taste.”

  “I can’t afford to waste food.” Daphne hated the slightly smug, pompous note in her own voice. “Sorry. I mean I can’t afford a meal in the kind of restaurant you’re talking about.”

  “Oh.” Raina became deeply interested in Daphne’s scone. The door opened again, and watery sunlight revealed a pinkish blush on her cheek. “Maybe I’ll get one of those.” She leaned back, nodding her head to the beat of the jazz tune being played. Her eyes followed the swirls of burgundy and passion-purple paint, cut by dark beams. The lines around her mouth relaxed—almost. “I’ve never been here, but it’s not so bad.”

  “So how do you know Kyla?”

  “We go to the same church.” She waved at the young woman behind the counter. Kyla stared as if Raina’s chic dark brown coiffure had tilted of its own volition upon her head.

  “You have to go up there to get one,” Daphne said.

  “Really?” Raina sat up, feeling for her purse, but seemingly surprised to find it still in her lap. “Usually they come to me.”

  Daphne smiled into her cooling coffee as her sister sashayed to the counter.

  So far, nurture was winning hands down.

  CHAPTER THREE

  THAT NIGHT, as the temperature in Daphne’s rented room dipped below bone-chilling, she negotiated with the thermostat for more heat. The unit rumbled like a jet on takeoff, and Daphne gagged from the stench of burning dust. She was running for the door to let in fresh air when someone knocked.

  The second she touched the chain, it fell out of its slot. She undid the dead bolt and opened the door.

  Patrick Gannon stood outside, leaning back for a good look at the overloaded gutters. “You can’t stay here,” he said.

  He hadn’t even glanced at her, but she studied his long, lean body, different in jeans and a black sweater. Different, but no less devastating.

  “Did you hear me?” he asked.

  “It was a hell of a greeting.”

  He seemed to see her for the first time. Heat invaded his eyes. He could hypnotize an unwary woman with a single glance. But she couldn’t force herself to look away.

  “One more wet leaf and the roof will cave in.” He might have been talking ham sandwiches and coffee. His words didn’t affect her half as much as his husky tones.

  “I’m not afraid.” She shuddered. “Spring’s here, so I’m safe until fall.” Safe? Not unless she could get rid of him. She had to get a grip. “They’re giving me a monthly rate, and I can’t afford anything more plush.”

  He walked in as if she’d invited him. She stepped out of his way.

  “The room smells of mold.” He crossed to the heat, tapped the vents and then wiped his hands on his legs. “How do you feel about carbon monoxide?”

  “Don’t say stuff like that. I scare easy.” She closed her mouth with a snap. “Honestly, I’ve stayed in far worse. None of the guests knifed each other in the parking lot last night, and I got a free show.” She pointed to the Crowded Beer Case, a drinking establishment whose red neon lights flashed through the gaps in her drapes.

  “Maybe you sh
ould put in a bid to buy the place.” Patrick filled the room with broad, unlawyerly shoulders. His sweater, probably cashmere, hugged his chest and tempted Daphne to run her hands over the muscles so finely delineated.

  “All right. It smells bad, and it’s not exactly brand new. Why are you here?”

  At last he met her eyes. “Raina wants you to stay with her.”

  “I thought she and I talked this out.”

  “She knows this place, and she’s worried you might not be safe.”

  “So she sent her mouthpiece again?”

  “She always assumes people listen to me because she does.”

  “And you did manage to stop me from leaving this morning.” She said it just to see how he’d react. Was the same half-unwelcome attraction bothering him?

  He ignored her comment. “If Raina had any idea what this place was really like, she’d lobby city hall to tear it down.”

  “I’m fine here.”

  He shrugged, “give me a break” written all over his face. Daphne shook her head, feeling her skin flush.

  “I appreciate that you’re both concerned, but I wish she’d stop sending you after me.” In the silence, she waited for him to leave. He stood still. “I’m fine,” she repeated. “You can tell Raina.”

  Again, he ignored her jab. “I’d call the biohazard team if the town had one,” he said, still eyeing her. He gave a wry smile.

  Against her will, she smiled, too. “You’re a funny guy.” She moved away from him, trying to escape the seduction of his nearness. “But I’m not living off Raina.”

  “Come work for me. I’ll pay you enough to get you out of here.”

  “Is that another one of Raina’s ideas?” She wanted to know about him—why he was so willing to drop everything for Raina. Did he have romantic feelings for her? Was that why he was working so hard to make friends with her? Even giving her a way of supporting herself so she could stay in Honesty.

  Daphne reminded herself she was trying to live her life a new way, without bitterness or resentment. “I’ll find a job,” she said. “You and Raina don’t have to worry about me.”