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a twist. We made a deal, and I intend to keep my end of the bargain.”

      Her cell buzzed again. Gillian slipped her hand inside the pocket of her shoulder bag, retrieved the phone and, no surprise, noted her father had called twice in the past fifteen minutes.

      “My knickers are none of your concern. But our contract certainly is, so speak now or be legally bound through the end of the year.”

      He held his palms outward. “I apologize, that comment was inappropriate. How can I make it up to you?”

      The phone sounded once more. She held up her index finger to indicate she needed a minute to take the call. With the phone to her ear, she turned away, briefly but firmly telling her father she would call him shortly. Then she faced Hunt again, the enormity of the undertaking hitting her. Maybe she could delegate.

      “Since you offered, would you meet with the kitchen designer for me? He’s on his way, and I still have a lot to cover with the contractor in the other room who’s probably charging me by the hour for this meeting. So I’ve got to go. Can I trust you to handle things with the designer and report to me as soon as your meeting is finished?”

      “Of course. How about if I give you a full rundown over dinner tonight?”

      “Dinner?” She wasn’t sure it was wise to spend an hour with Hunt away from the workplace. Tongues would wag in this small Texas town. “Where?”

      “My brother’s house, unless you’d rather go out.”

      “Actually, a home-cooked meal sounds wonderful.”

      It had only been a week, but Gillian was already tired of the small restaurant in the chain hotel where she was staying.

      “Any special requests?” Hunt asked.

      “I’m game for something local, whatever’s in season.”

      “Right now, squirrel is in season.” He clamped his lips together to suppress a grin.

      She slanted her eyes at some invisible point above him and considered how to respond.

      “Surprise me,” she finally challenged.

      “Consider it done. Now go take care of your remodeling man, and I’ll deal with the kitchen guy. What’s his name, by the way?”

      She checked her notes. “Steve Froehlich.”

      “Froehlich? I don’t know of any Froehlichs in these parts.”

      “He’s from Houston. Since he’s working another job in Tyler at the moment, he agreed to drive over.”

      “Did you invite anybody local to bid? I’m sure I could make a good recommendation if you’ll give me a day to ask around.” He snapped his fingers. “I played ball with a guy named Karl Gates who works with his dad. They’re the best carpenters in Rusk County. What do you say I give him a call?”

      She raised a palm against his offer. “Don’t start with that good-old-boy network business. I’m aware of how you guys operate.”

      “I haven’t done anything to deserve your suspicion.” Hunt took offense.

      “You haven’t done anything yet.” Gillian motioned with two fingers from her eyes to Hunt’s, then turned and hurried away. The clock was ticking and she was spending her parents’ money.

      But in her rush to get things done, had she put too much trust in Hunt too soon?

      * * *

      THE MAN WHO answered the front door of the home that evening was the mirror image of Hunt, but Gillian realized instantly it was his twin. Hunt’s dark brown hair was neatly cropped; his face always clean-shaven.

      This man’s hair was on the shaggy side with a couple days’ worth of very appealing stubble on his chin. And in contrast to Hunt’s GQ style, this twin was dressed comfortably in a flannel shirt and jeans faded by years of wear.

      “Gillian Moore?” he asked. When she smiled, he offered his hand and drew her across the threshold. “I’m Hunt’s older and better-lookin’ twin brother, Cullen.”

      “Go ahead and admit that you’re also smarter than the rest of us,” Hunt called from inside the house. “You’ll reveal your brilliance eventually, you always do, so get it over with up front.”

      “He’s right,” Cullen agreed, lowering his chin modestly. “I am the best-educated of the Temple brothers, but I’m not so sure that makes me smarter than anybody besides Hunt, which ain’t sayin’ much.”

      “Whoa, I always heard twins were kindred souls, each protective of the other.”

      “Yeah, that’s what the experts say, but if Hunt didn’t resemble me quite so much, I’d figure our folks had brought home the wrong kid.”

      Gillian followed Cullen across the herringbone entryway and into a family room. The floor-to-ceiling shelves on three walls were so tightly packed with hardbound volumes that the space resembled a library in need of organization. An oversize sofa and chairs occupied the center of the room that was strewn with newspapers. A large partner’s desk laden with a desktop computer, a laptop and many more books crowded one corner. As she took in the homey clutter, she knew this was definitely not the meticulous lifestyle of her executive chef.

      Hunt emerged from behind the kitchen bar where he’d served her breakfast a few days earlier. An apron covered his clothing from the waist down, but the stark white seemed to accentuate the fit of his red polo shirt and the definition in his arms. The man was a feast for the eyes.

      “I’d apologize for my brother’s cluttered home if it would make him change, but this mess is part of who he is. His quirky personality just happens to have tipped over and spilled everywhere.”

      Hunt’s gaze swept the room, followed by a disbelieving shake of his head.

      “While our mama was alive, she made Cullen keep the books in his bedroom. But once we lost our parents, all restraints were off. And instead of growing out of his obsession for academia, this big galoot and his size-twelve feet grew into it.”

      Gillian stepped close to one shelf and stared in awe at the private collection, many of which were textbooks.

      “If you must have a touch of OCD,” Gillian said, “I agree that the printed word is a great obsession to choose. And if you’ve read each of these, you must be very smart, indeed, Cullen.”

      “Thank you, ma’am. Hunt said that you were sharp as a new pickax and pretty as a baby goat, but he didn’t mention you’re a good judge of character, too.”

      “Uh-huh.” Hunt cleared his throat, making the point that the conversation had gone on long enough.

      “Yes, little bro. I remember the instructions you gave me. Let the pretty woman into the house and then make myself scarce.”

      Cullen glanced at Gillian and raised his gaze to the rafters overhead. “This is the thanks I get for taking in my sibling and letting him have the run of my kitchen.”

      “If you expect to share in this meal, you’ll get out while the gettin’ is still good, or I’ll put you to work.”

      “I sure hope you’re partial to squirrel, Miss Moore,” Cullen said with a grin before ambling down the long hallway and turning out of sight.

      CHAPTER FIVE

      “SQUIRREL?” GILLIAN SQUEAKED the question and Hunt smiled inwardly.

      “Yep, and you’re in luck. These two tree-dwelling rodents were flying through the pines just this morning. Felix was honored to donate them for our dinner.”

      He saw her swallow.

      “Well, I did leave the menu up to you, and whatever it is you’re preparing smells divine,” she said.

      “That’s

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