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sisters’ part-time stylist, to make a dramatic entrance.

      “Where have you been? I’ve been dying here. How did Francine’s ultrasound go?” Paul asked, excitement written all over his clean-shaven face as he placed an electronic tablet and coffee cup on Farrah’s desk. He used his hand to brush his curly black hair from his face.

      Paul also happened to hold the title of Francine and Farrah’s assistant, best friend and unofficial brother. They’d been friends throughout grade school and when Paul’s family abandoned him after he came out his sophomore year of college, the Blake family had welcomed him with open arms, making his college years less lonely—his words exactly.

      “You need a haircut,” Farrah said.

      “I know. What happened?”

      “You mean she hasn’t called you yet?” Farrah said, frowning as she leaned back in the Herman Miller chair.

      “Yeah, she called while I was on the phone taking care of everything for your New York trip, so she had to leave me a message.” Paul slipped his tall, lean frame into the chair across from Farrah’s desk—his favorite spot. “All she said was that she had ‘big news’ and that she’d call me later because she was taking the rest of the day off to celebrate with Meeks. So...” Paul’s hazel eyes had widened and he was rotating his index finger. “Spill. What are they celebrating?”

      Paul leaned in, eyebrows rising in comedic fashion.

      “The ultrasound revealed that...” She paused for dramatic effect.

      “Woman, don’t make me kill you up in this fancy office of yours!”

      “They’re having twins—a boy and girl.”

      Paul flew out of his chair and started dancing around the room. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

      At that moment, Robert’s face flashed through her mind again, and she felt a pain in her chest that she didn’t dare give a name. Would she have been happy if she’d gotten news that she was carrying Robert’s child? Would they share doctor’s appointments, quarrel over baby names before compromising over the best ways to prepare to bring their child into the world? No, that can’t be. What’s wrong with you? Why was he always in her thoughts these days?

      “Thank goodness,” Paul said with a relived sigh. “I figured it had to be something. I just knew she shouldn’t be that big already.”

      “Really, Paul... Really?”

      “What?”

      Farrah shook her head, welcoming their banter to distract her from thoughts of her soon-to-be ex-that-no-one-knew.

      Paul gave a dismissive wave and sat back down. “Francine’s body changing that much because she’s having twins is one thing. Gaining weight for no reason other than she decided to let herself go is something else.” Paul picked up his cup and took several sips.

      “You act like she’s as big as a house or something.” Farrah turned her attention back to her computer, but couldn’t help grinning at the mental image of her sister’s rounded belly and the smile and happiness that seemed to accompany Francine everywhere she went these days.

      Paul took a swig of his coffee. “Girl, Francine’s four months and she looks like she’s six or seven.”

      “She’s five months and she’s the perfect weight for an expectant mother of twins,” she corrected, choosing not to look directly into Paul’s face.

      Paul tilted his head slightly. “What’s wrong? Why do you seem a little...off?” he asked, frowning as he returned the cup to its former place.

      Farrah’s hand automatically flew to her mouth as though her lips could tell the story all by themselves. Damn, you act like somebody’s parent. You notice everything, even the slightest change.

      “Did you and Robert have a quickie before coming in today?” he asked, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that sent a shiver of unease up her spine.

      Farrah got up and went to close her door completely. “Keep your voice down. And no, we didn’t just have a quickie.”

      Farrah returned to her desk and looked fiercely back at Paul, who was eyeing her suspiciously.

      “What?” she asked holding out her hands and hunching her shoulders.

      “You tell me,” he said in a serious tone she wasn’t used to hearing from him. Paul had once been very serious...too serious. He’d spent years fighting and hiding who he really was and he’d nearly lost himself in the process. Paul’s relationship with the Blake sisters and their family, as well as finding love and marrying his partner John in a lavish ceremony hosted by his new sisters, had kept Paul’s love for life alive and his heart light.

      Farrah looked down at her bare left hand and slowly shook her head.

      They both sat in silence for several minutes before Paul reminded Farrah of something that she already knew. “Everyone needs a go-to person to confide in, and I know that’s your sisters, but for some reason you’ve chosen to share this secret with me—”

      Farrah looked up. “You know you’re like a brother to us,” she affirmed emphatically.

      “Then talk to your brother. What’s wrong, Big Sis?” he asked, leaning forward, taking both her hands into his.

      Farrah closed her eyes, took a deep breath and released it slowly. She slowly opened her eyes and said, “Robert kissed me after we left the doctor’s office.”

      “So?” Paul said, with a bewildered expression.

      “So!” Farrah said, pulling her hands free. “Have you not been listening to me all those times we’ve discussed this? Paul, the man’s kisses are earth-shattering. If we hadn’t been interrupted, I would have let him take me right there in the elevator...again.”

      Paul grinned. “Earth-shattering!” A small laugh escaped before he clamped a hand over his mouth.

      Farrah glared at him. Paul often enjoyed her rare moments of insanity. “It’s not funny. I mean, it’s like I’m under some type of spell whenever he trains those beautiful blue eyes on me.” Just the thought had certain parts of her body coming to attention. And right now, she couldn’t afford to have anyone getting that attention...she had work to do.

      “Why are you fighting this thing between you two so hard? You want him and he’s obviously crazy about you.”

      “Yeah, right now...maybe. We both know how quickly his interest in women can change, how his eyes begin to wander...not to mention everything else—his lips, hands, his...”

      Paul’s eyes widened to the size of golf balls.

      “Sorry, TMI. Besides, we’re too much alike and we want different things.”

      “Do you? Like what? Because the way I see it, you want the exact same things. I mean, you both love what you do, you love to travel, and you spend money on crazy expensive toys—”

      “Like what?” Farrah demanded, sitting up straight in her chair.

      “Like that old-ass gun you spent fifteen thousand dollars on last month,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

      “It was an antique that’s already increased in value,” she defended. “So it’s an investment.”

      “Yeah, like the antique double ceiling fan that Robert bought for his office a couple of weeks ago. How much did he spend on that thing?”

      “Ten thousand dollars, but it was a great deal. And it has also increased in value,” she explained.

      “See what I mean. Something else you have in common, spending money on old...” She raised an eyebrow and he quickly amended, “I mean, antique stuff you really don’t need.”

      Farrah stood and looked out her window at the view of downtown Houston. “Robert

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