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Duncan Murray wasn’t only Lachlan’s brother—he was his identical twin.

“You.” The man’s voice was low and rough. “How?—”

“I’m Carys Morgan.” She boldly stuck out her hand. “I’m Lachlan’s girlfriend from California, and I need you to tell me where the hell your brother is.”

CHAPTER TWO

His blank expression quickly turned to a glare. “Out.”

Nice to meet you too, Duncan Asshole Murray.

Carys glared at him. “Excuse me?”

“Not excused.” He pointed to the door again. “Out.”

“Not until you tell me what happened to?—”

“Outside,” the man practically bellowed. He stalked toward Carys, herding her toward the door. “Out. Now.”

The sweet office manager followed Duncan, clearly distressed. “Duncan, I didn’t mean to?—”

“Fiona, you’re fine. Carys, I will talk to you.Outside.”

He held the door until Carys walked through it. She left the warmth of the cozy office and strode toward her car.

She had to fight the urge to hug him. He looked like Lachlan. Sounded like Lachlan. The only problem was that he was glaring at her like she’d just kicked his dog.

She fought the tears that welled in her eyes. “I’m sorry for just showing up like this, but you wouldn’t return my calls. Lachlan’s phone went dead and?—”

“For good reason.”

She gaped at him. “What?”

“You’ve no right to come here.” Duncan crossed massive arms over his chest. “Especially not to my place of business.” His scathing eyes looked her up and down, from the top of her head to her sturdy walking shoes. “You are… not right for him, and that was obvious to everyone but Lachlan.”

Carys blinked. “Wh-what?”

Was this a joke? Was she misunderstanding his measuring look?

Sure, Lachlan and his brother both looked like advertisements for Scottish tourism, but did he have to be so rude?

Carys was an assistant professor. She owned her own home. And while she wasn’t a supermodel, she was perfectly nice-looking. She had long brown hair that couldn’t decide if it wanted to be curly or wavy. But shelikedher hair. She had her father’s blue eyes and, sadly, his nose too, but she wasn’t an ogre or a piece of trash.

Duncan lifted his chin. “Lachlan left you. It’s a shit situation, but relationships end every day.”

How could he be so cold? She had lectured herself on remaining calm, but she found her anger rising. “I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t know why not. You weren’t together very long.”

“Are you telling me your brother has a habit of traveling the world, making women fall in love with him, and leaving them with his car in their driveway and not a single word of explanation?”

Duncan opened his mouth, then closed it. From his guilty expression, she knew that wasn’t what had happened.

“Do you know where Lachlan is?” she asked. “Is he okay?”

“Yes,” Duncan forced out. “And… yes. I believe he is fine.”

Carys squared her shoulders. She wasn’t leaving without answers. “I want to talk to him.”

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