Page 5 of Just One Look

“Identical twins.”

Liz tipped her head toward her sister. “Your friend here is a smart guy.”

Nodding, Emily returned her gaze to Devlin. “Sometimes.”

“Wait a minute.” Devlin held up his hand. “It is not my fault that you never mentioned your sister is a twin. Never mind an identical twin.”

“I guess it never came up.” Hefting a casual shrug, Emily smiled.

“Nice to meet you.” Liz shot her arm straight out.

Devlin accepted her proffered hand and shook. “Pleasure is all mine.”

“Okay, now that we’ve gotten introductions out of the way.” Emily glanced over Dev’s shoulder. “I could use a drink before the fun begins.”

“Fun?” Liz waved a finger at the bartender.

“Chocolate martini, please,” Emily ordered then shifted her weight to face her sister. “Every year, we have to fight off Courtney Miller from bidding on Devlin here.”

“Why?” Liz glanced at Devlin and back. “What’s wrong with Courtney Miller?”

“For one thing,” Devlin took a short sip of his drink, “the woman is looking for husband numberfour.”

“Ah.” Now Liz understood. “And you want to be number one?”

“Right.” Devlin frowned. “No. Wait.”

Liz couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He was cute when he was confused. Already this night was proving to be even more fun than she’d hoped for. And so was Devlin Baron.

Chapter Three

How had Emily’s sister trapped him in his own words? It took a second but he finally laughed. “Let’s just say I’m not interested in whatever Courtney has in mind.”

“Got it.” Liz nodded. “So what’s the plan? Trip her when she walks by?”

If he thought it would work, Devlin just might have gone along with that one.

“You’re thinking too hard on that, Devlin Baron.” The reproving tone in Emily’s voice was hard to miss.

“Isn’t there someone else here we could hook her up with?” Devlin glanced around the room. Plenty of eligible men.

Liz followed his gaze. “You tell me. Who has more money than you?”

Devlin’s head snapped around.

“Unless it’s the sex she’s after?” Liz smiled demurely at him. “Could that be it?”

“Don’t mind my sister.” Emily sighed. “She has no filter.”

“I do too.” Liz lifted her chin and straightened her shoulders which made her cleavage rise and fall again and Devlin resisted the urge to squirm. “I just happen to believe in telling it like it is.”

“Like I said,” Emily rolled her eyes skyward, “no filter.”

“So how many men are rolling in money and sexy too, and which one would spark the husband-hunting woman’s interest?” Liz pushed on.

Unfortunately, though there were plenty of rich and handsome men in the room, many of them single, Courtney seemed almost obsessed with getting her hands on Devlin. Every year, he had to cough up more and more money to keep the woman’s fake fingernails away from him.

“No one.” Emily said what he’d been thinking. “At least no one that Courtney has shown any interest in.”

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