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She stood.

Roman snagged her hand to pull her back down. “It’ll be fun to be my girl for a while. We have a lot going on.”

“No,” she said. “I can’t be your fiancée. No. No way.”

Tugging her arm from his, she leaped up and swerved around Magnus who tried to get in her way.

Where was she going? No clue. One thing she knew was the way out. Sounded like a good start. She felt sick to her stomach that such a man had touched her. What the hell was wrong with her? Kevin was an abuser and Roman a letch, why couldn’t she find herself a decent man?

Though the pair called after her, she ignored them to make a beeline across the foyer, front door in her sights.

“Fawn?” That voice stopped her in her tracks. “Is that you?”

SEVEN

SHE WHIRLED AROUND. A man on the stairs in dark jeans and a gray tee-shirt wore a face identical to the one she’d just left on the couch. Yet somehow, she couldn’t explain why, it was completely different. He smiled and came running down the stairs toward her. When he got close enough to touch, she leaped back, holding out her hands.

Behind him to the right, Magnus rushed out of the living room with Roman in his wake or… maybe not Roman.

The guy in front of her checked them out, but his attention quickly came back to her.

“What the hell is going on?” she demanded.

“Ah, shit, Struan, trust you to be up early,” Roman said. “Bet he’s already done forty laps and 20K.”

She focused on the man closest to her. The one who looked just like the guy she’d been intimate with last night.

“Bambi, baby,” he said. “I can explain this. I am not Roman Lowe. My name is Struan, he’s my twin.”

“Oh my God,” she said and stumbled backward. “He’s your… but we…”

“Wait a second…” Magnus said. “Ah, fuck, you two pulled the bait and switch again!”

This Struan guy didn’t explain, just kept his attention on her. “I wanted to tell you, but it’s complicated. Roman was supposed to be there last night, but he… he was drinking and—”

“Yo, fuck, bro, don’t tell her that shit!” Roman objected while Magnus chastised.

As they argued, Struan tried to get closer to her. No way, this was too… she backed up again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes soft with contrition. Looking into him, she recognized the mesmerizing man from the storeroom. “I was going to call you today. You ran off last night. You disappeared so fast and—”

“I didn’t want to get in the way and I… I thought the moment was sort of perfect on its own.”

Dating a Hollywood star long-term hadn’t occurred to her for a second. What they had was what it was and… except it wasn’t.

He smiled though his head tilted in curiosity. “Then why are you here this morning? Didn’t you come looking for me?”

“No, she didn’t,” Magnus said, appearing behind him. “You’re supposed to be the sensible one, Struan. Your reckless behavior’s caused your brother a lot of problems… enough it might end his career.”

“End his…”

Yes, she was confused and pissed, but finding out they’d been recorded sideswiped her too. The guy deserved a minute to compute.

She laid a hand on his forearm. “There’s a video,” she whispered, stroking him, relishing the feel of those little dark hairs moving beneath her fingers. A buzz of electricity zapped her, him too, it was there in his eyes when they rose from her hand.

“A video of us together?”

“Or a video of us,” Roman said, coming up at her other side.

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