Page 33 of In Bed with the Rancher

Jack laughed. “I’m not holding my breath until that happens. He has a lot of luck and he has Mom’s support.”

When Wade heard the front door open and close, he said, “Let’s go greet them.” He walked out in time to catch up with Lucy.

“I want to see this,” she said, falling into step with her brothers.

“It’s just twins greeting each other, even if one has been posing as the other. Frankly, I’m not angry about it. I hope Olivia is happy with him.”

They entered the great room and Olivia turned to greet them. The smile on her face fell and she looked startled.

“Hello, Olivia. Good news. I’ve got my memory back.”

Her eyes widened and for a moment he saw her surprise, but then it was gone and she smiled, looking composed and amused. “I’m glad. I must say you have an interesting brother. I’m enjoying getting to know him better.”

“‘Interesting’ is one way to describe Wynn, I suppose. Where is he?”

“In the library waiting for you to join him.”

“I wish you both the best.”

“You sound as if you really mean that,” she said, looking intently at him.

“I’m sincere or I wouldn’t say it. I think you’ll be good for Wynn. You won’t let him get away with all the stuff he does now.”

She smiled. “You mean that, don’t you? I’m glad,” she added without giving him time to answer her. “I think it was over between us, anyway. Wynn does entertain me. He can be fun and exciting.”

“I’m sure that’s true.”

“I wish you the best and I’m glad you’re safely home.”

“Thanks, Olivia. Have fun with Wynn.”

She smiled and nodded at him as he walked away.

His affair with her was over—and all he felt was relief.

The library doors were closed so he knocked, then stepped inside and closed the door for privacy. He faced his brother, who stood by the fireplace looking neat in navy slacks and a white dress shirt that was open at the throat—looking the way Wade dressed. “Well, we look like the ultimate identical twins tonight, right down to matching watches. You have on my boots,” Wade said and saw Wynn turn to look at him sharply and frown.

“I’m home again and I have my memory back, Wynn,” Wade stated bluntly.

“Ah, there go my plans for the evening.” He stepped away from the fireplace, a drink in his hand. “So you know I’ve been impersonating you.”

Wade nodded. He expected Wynn to look guilty, embarrassed, something. But no emotion showed on his face.

Wynn walked to him and sipped the amber liquid in his glass, nonchalant and at ease. “Olivia is a beautiful woman,” he said, spearing Wade with an intent look. “She knew the truth right away, but played along, anyway.”

“Yes, she is, and if that’s why you did it, well, you succeeded. I wish you both well. Olivia and I were over, anyway, as she probably told you.”

“No, she didn’t and I don’t think she actually knew you were over, but I’m glad.” He put down his glass on a nearby table. “So you’re not angry?” Wynn asked, tilting his head to again study his brother.

In all honesty, he should be. But he was so relieved to have his memory back that he couldn’t muster the ire at Wynn’s antics. Still, he stood firm. “No. But you can’t pass as me now, so that’s over. How did you know I wasn’t on my way home when you came home?”

“I keep in touch with Mom and she chatters and tells me where everyone is and what’s going on and I learned they’d lost contact with you. I saw a chance for some fun so I cut short my Nashville trip and flew home. I called on the way. Everyone accepted me as you. I didn’t know how long before you’d surface.”

“Your days of impersonating me are over.”

“How very civilized. I figured you’d be furious. Dad will no doubt take his usual dim view.”

“Something just occurred to me. The sheriff of the little town who saw you impersonate me on the news made arrangements for me to get the key to my condo when I got back to Dallas. I realize now I have the key to your condo.” He looked down at himself. “And I’m wearing your clothes.” He reached into his pocket, retrieved the keys and tossed them to Wynn.

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