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by Julianna Morris




  “What do you think you’re doing?” Maddie demanded.

  “Kissing you. What else?” the handsome stranger replied.

  “I caught that.” Actually, it had been an awfully nice kiss, but they didn’t know each other and it wasn’t the sort of thing you did with someone you’ve never met.

  “Say, is the pregnancy putting you on edge?” the man asked.

  Maddie’s eyes widened. Pregnancy? “Preg…What are you talking about? Never mind. I’m leaving.”

  “What’s gotten into you, Beth?” the man asked, clearly puzzled. “Kane told me about the baby, but he didn’t say it was a secret.”

  Maddie was intrigued despite herself. “It’s a secret to me, because my name isn’t Beth.”

  Dear Reader,

  My, how time flies! I still remember the excitement of becoming Senior Editor for Silhouette Romance and the thrill of working with these wonderful authors and stories on a regular basis. My duties have recently changed, and I’m going to miss being privileged to read these stories before anyone else. But don’t worry, I’ll still be reading the published books! I don’t think there’s anything as reassuring, affirming and altogether delightful as curling up with a bunch of Silhouette Romance novels and dreaming the day away. So know that I’m joining you, even though Mavis Allen will have the pleasure of guiding the line now.

  And for this last batch that I’m bringing to you, we’ve got some terrific stories! Raye Morgan is finishing up her CATCHING THE CROWN series with Counterfeit Princess (SR #1672), a fun tale that proves love can conquer all. And Teresa Southwick is just beginning her DESERT BRIDES trilogy about three sheiks who are challenged—and caught!—by American women. Don’t miss the first story, To Catch a Sheik (SR #1674).

  Longtime favorite authors are also back. Julianna Morris brings us The Right Twin for Him (SR #1676) and Doreen Roberts delivers One Bride: Baby Included (SR #1673). And we’ve got two authors new to the line—one of whom is new to writing! RITA® Award-winning author Angie Ray’s newest book, You’re Marrying Her?, is a fast-paced funny story about a woman who doesn’t like her best friend’s fiancée. And Patricia Mae White’s first novel is about a guy who wants a little help in appealing to the right woman. Here Practice Makes Mr. Perfect (SR #1677).

  All the best,

  Mary-Theresa Hussey

  Senior Editor

  The Right Twin for Him

  JULIANNA MORRIS

  Books by Julianna Morris

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  JULIANNA MORRIS

  has an offbeat sense of humor, which frequently gets her into trouble. She is often accused of being curious about everything…her interests ranging from oceanography and photography to traveling, antiquing, walking on the beach and reading science fiction.

  Julianna loves cats of all shapes and sizes, and recently she was adopted by a feline companion named Merlin. Like his namesake, Merlin is an alchemist—she says he can transform the house into a disaster area in nothing flat. And since he shares the premises with a writer, it’s interesting to note that he’s particularly fond of knocking books on the floor.

  Julianna happily reports meeting Mr. Right. Together they are working on a new dream of building a shoreline home in the Great Lakes area.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter One

  Maddie Jackson looked around the friendly town of Crockett, Washington, and smiled, her first real smile in days. She loved it here. People waved from their cars, and the service station attendants had even pumped her gasoline though the sign said it was self-serve.

  It was really nice—a bit like her home in New Mexico, but probably greener and cooler in the summertime. And bigger. Crockett had a population of over ten thousand, while Slapshot topped out at seven hundred.

  “Hey, kiddo, I’ve been waiting for you,” called a deep voice, and she turned to see a man come striding toward her. He had a loose-limbed, sexy gait and the wide, comfortable shoulders of a football player. At another time in her life she might have been thrilled to see a hunk like that trying to catch her attention.

  But not now.

  Now she was smarter and wiser. She’d sworn off romance for good. No more hunks for Maddie Jackson. Not that she had much experience with hunks—only a sort-of hunk—but that was more than enough.

  The man stopped in front of her with one eyebrow raised. “Something wrong, gorgeous?”

  He dropped a kiss on her cheek, which made Maddie squeak and jump back several feet. Now that was new. She couldn’t remember an attractive stranger ever calling her gorgeous and kissing her. Granted, she didn’t have much experience with that sort of thing, but maybe Crockett wasn’t such a nice town, after all. Maybe it was just strange.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, trying to look confidently intimidating.

  “Kissing you. What else?”

  “I caught that.” Actually, it had been an awfully nice kiss, but they didn’t know each other and it wasn’t the sort of thing you did with someone you’ve never met.

  Maddie glanced around, hoping to see a policeman standing conveniently nearby. Her father had been the county sheriff before getting elected mayor of Slapshot, New Mexico, and she put a lot of faith in law enforcement.

  She sighed.

  They didn’t make men like her dad any longer, the faithful-till-the-day-he-dies sort of guy. She’d found out the hard way, which was why she’d walked out on her own wedding just two days ago. Women tended to do things like that when they found their fiancé in a clinch with the girl hired to serve punch at the reception. Of course, she had been looking for Ted to suggest postponing the ceremony, but that was beside the point.

  “Say, is the pregnancy putting you on edge?” the man said, and Maddie’s eyes widened.

  Pregnancy?

  This week was getting weirder by the minute, and it had already been pretty weird.

  “Preg—What are you talking about?” Maddie demanded. “Never mind. I’m leaving.”

  She might be shaken by the events of the past few days, and she was certainly a little on the scatterbrained side, but she wasn’t stupid. She didn’t need an explanation from this attractive-lunatic hunk, she needed to get away from him. Obviously, she wasn’t ready to be a world traveler—Washington was a world away from comfortable, dusty little Slapshot.

  “What’s gotten into you, Beth?” the man asked, clearly puzzled. “Kane told me about the baby, but he didn’t say it was a secret. I wanted to congratulate you in person, but the store was closed.”

  Maddie was intrigued despite herself. “It’s a secret to me, because my name isn’t Beth.”

  He leaned closer and peered into her face, the space between his eyes creasing thoughtfully. “I’ll be damned. You look just like my sister-in-law. Jeez, you must have thought I wa
s…” His words trailed away and he shook his head.

  Suddenly everything became clear to Maddie. It was just a case of mistaken identity—the stranger wasn’t a lunatic after all, and the reason that folks had been friendly was because she reminded them of this Beth person. It was disappointing, but she’d weathered far worse disappointments lately, so she wasn’t planning to let it get her down.

  “I’m really sorry,” the man said. “You look a lot like Beth, and since she owns this store, I naturally thought you were her.” He pointed to the maternity and children’s clothing shop in front of them. “She must have decided not to open today.”

  Maddie tucked the information into the back of her mind. She’d come back when the place was open—it might be a clue to finding her birth family. Though, just because you resembled someone, it didn’t mean you were related.

  “They say everyone has a double,” she murmured.

  Patrick O’Rourke looked at the woman he’d mistaken for his brother’s wife and shook his head. At first glance his new sister-in-law and this woman looked identical, but with each passing second he was seeing big differences between them.

  The woman’s blond hair was lighter and streakier—it looked natural, so it was probably from the sun…and she wore chunky silver jewelry that suited the defiant tilt to her chin. And her gauzy turquoise dress with the long scarlet sash should have been a dead giveaway. Beth tended to dress more quietly, though Patrick had to admit the stranger’s choice of scarlet and turquoise was kind of pretty.

  “Patrick O’Rourke,” he said.

  “Maddie Jackson,” she returned, staring at his proffered hand. She finally put her fingers over his, only to instantly yank her arm away. Patrick didn’t blame her. The O’Rourke men were tall, and more than once he’d seen a woman take a step backward as if his size intimidated her.

  “I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he murmured.

  “You didn’t.”

  Oh, yeah. He believed that. You bet.

  Maddie lifted her chin a fraction higher and gave her long skirt a tug. “I’m from Slapshot, New Mexico. And I’m not pregnant.” She looked down at her trim tummy, then back at him with a frown. “I don’t look pregnant, do I? I mean, I’ve been upset but I haven’t eaten that much and I never seem to gain weight, anyhow.”

  “Certainly not.” A grin tugged at his lips. The non sequitur sounded perfectly normal coming from her mouth. “I apologize for the misunderstanding.”

  “That’s okay,” she said generously. “You must have wondered why I was so surprised when you kissed me.”

  Yeah, he’d wondered about that…and he’d wondered why he was having a less-than-platonic response to his sister-in-law. It was a relief to discover the response was to someone he didn’t know, rather than the woman his brother had recently married.

  “New Mexico, huh? What are you doing so far from home?” he asked, deciding it was a safer subject than the one he’d just been contemplating.

  To his surprise, the question transformed the charmingly flustered expression on her face to a blank mask. “I’m visiting,” she murmured.

  “Visiting?”

  “Well, sort of. I was supposed to be on my…” Her voice quavered and she bit down on her lip.

  Damn.

  Patrick fought panic as Maddie’s golden-brown eyes filled with tears. He was lousy with crying women. “That’s all right,” he assured hastily. “You don’t have to tell me.”

  Maddie sniffed and she made a brave attempt at a smile. “All right. Thank you.”

  All right?

  He was more perplexed than ever. Whenever he told his sisters they didn’t have to tell him what was wrong, they claimed he wasn’t “interested” and seemed insulted. Granted, he was a stranger to Maddie, but it still surprised him. The intelligent thing to do was leave before things got more complicated.

  “At least let me buy you a cup of coffee,” Patrick offered. Obviously, he wasn’t smart enough to do the “intelligent” thing. On the other hand, he’d made so many mistakes in his life, what was one more? “We’ve got great coffee here in Washington. And maybe Beth will show up so you can meet her.”

  She regarded him for a long moment, then shook her head. “Thanks, but I’m headed for the cemetery. Well, actually to some graves that might be there with my birth name on the headstones. You see, I was adopted and thought I could get some information on my birth family by checking out the markers. Maybe I’ll come back another time.”

  Adopted?

  That was interesting. Patrick recalled that his sister-in-law had been raised in foster homes after her adoptive parents split up in a nasty divorce.

  “When were you adopted?” he asked.

  “I was a month old. My mom and dad are terrific, but I’ve been wondering about my birth parents—their health history and that sort of thing—in case I decide to have children. Which I’m not going to,” she added quickly. “So I’m not actually sure why I’m here. I told you I wasn’t pregnant.”

  Patrick shook his head to clear it. Intimate revelations spilled from Maddie without a second thought. “Er…I remember. You aren’t pregnant,” he said.

  “Well, I was planning to get pregnant,” Maddie qualified, her innate honesty forcing her into the admission. “But those plans changed abruptly. Thank goodness I found out in time.”

  “Found out what?”

  “Just s-something.”

  To Maddie’s horror, more tears welled up in her eyes. It was so strange being in a place where people didn’t know everything about her. She’d grown up in a tiny town, where everyone knew everybody else’s business, so what was the point in trying to keep secrets? By now everyone in Slapshot knew about Ted and her failed wedding. Darn it all. Marrying the boy next door had always seemed so natural and expected and now she had no idea of what to do with her life.

  “You still seem upset,” Patrick said.

  He looked uncomfortable, which was fine with her. He’d made her plenty uncomfortable since calling her “gorgeous” and kissing her cheek.

  Maddie tightened her mouth.

  Boy, was she a dope.

  But at least she was smart enough to turn down an invitation from Patrick O’Rourke. He was just the sort of handsome, sophisticated man her father had warned her about before putting her on the airplane in Albuquerque.

  All at once Maddie scowled.

  Why had her father warned her about other men? She’d told him over and over that she wasn’t ever dating again and that marriage was absolutely out of the question. She was sorry about the grandchildren thing, but one two-timing skunk was enough.

  Patrick touched her arm, concern in his blue eyes. “Are you all right, Miss Jackson?”

  She lifted her chin. “I’m just peachy, can’t you tell?”

  “Uh, sure.” But he didn’t look convinced, and Maddie tried to relax. Maybe she wasn’t going to drink coffee with the man, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be pleasant.

  “Well, it was nice meeting you.” She stuck out her hand. “I hope your sister-in-law has a beautiful baby.”

  “Thanks.”

  He grasped her fingers and she shivered. She’d never met someone with his electric body chemistry. The first time they’d shaken hands, the contact had sent tingles clear to her elbow, and this time the tingles reached the bottom of her stomach. It was different and exciting and the last thing she ought to be feeling, especially under the circumstances.

  “Uh…bye,” Maddie mumbled, pulling free. Trying not to look as if she was rushing, she walked to her rental car and opened the door. She glanced up and saw him still watching her.

  She smiled weakly.

  Her father had always told her to be careful about strange men. It was the sheriff in him. They might live in a flyspeck town in the middle of New Mexico, but that didn’t mean his daughter could take unnecessary risks.

  So, what would he say about Patrick O’Rourke?

  Something succinct, probably. />
  Her dad was full of bluster and loud talk, but underneath he was pure teddy bear. Still, teddy bear or not, he’d be really uptight at the idea of a man kissing his little girl who hadn’t known her for at least twenty years.

  Patrick stuck his hands in his pockets and watched Maddie Jackson drive down the street, feeling as if he’d just escaped a whirlwind.

  Lord, the woman was baffling. And entirely too provocative. He wasn’t sure what that business about thinking about getting pregnant meant, though it sounded ominously like a romance gone sour. Even if he was interested in a relationship, he certainly wouldn’t think of starting one with a woman recovering from a broken heart or wanting a baby.

  As usual, the R word made him vaguely uneasy.

  Relationship.

  Patrick shuddered.

  It was fine for his brother to get married, and Kane had gotten himself a great wife, but he wasn’t about to follow his eldest sibling to the altar. He liked running his radio station and not having to worry about having to get home by a certain time. If he wanted to work all night, then that was his business. Switching KLMS from rock-and-roll oldies to country music had been a risk, but it was starting to pay off. He needed to stay focused on keeping things moving.

  “Patrick, what are you doing in Crockett?” The laughing voice made him turn around. “Lately you’re always at the station. You haven’t even been making it to Sunday dinner with the family.”

  “Uh…Beth?” he asked, peering at her closely. He wasn’t taking any chances after running into Maddie Jackson. Heck, he was lucky not to have been slapped or arrested.

  Beth raised her eyebrows. “You were expecting someone else?”

  “You’d be surprised,” Patrick muttered, giving her a tardy kiss. “I just met a woman who’s your spitting image. You wouldn’t happen to have a twin sister stashed someplace in New Mexico, would you?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  He hesitated. “The thing is, Maddie mentioned that she was adopted and looking for her birth family. Honestly, you two are so much alike you could be sisters.”

 

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