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just bounced out of bed, if not for the fancy clothes. He had a feeling she always looked that way, that she knew how to get exactly what she wanted by showing off her tall, lush body to her advantage.
    In his dubious maturity, the one that came with preferring steady income over a hot babe to look at, he took a big mental step backward.
    First of all, he was finally at work doing a job he loved after a year from hell fraught with family tragedy. He needed the work.
    Not to mention, Cami Anderson was living in a great fixer-upper that he badly wanted to get his hands on. In fact, he was practically salivating at the opportunity. This particular town house complex was over a century old, and though it hadbeen sorely mistreated by age and neglect and the severe weather of the Sierras, it had the potential to be brought to its former glory.
    With his help.
    Running a hand over the scarred, original wood flooring, he smiled. Yeah, definitely, beneath the abused material was a foundation based on character and strength. Personality.
    And he couldn’t wait to dig in—with or without the nutty lady.
    â€œUm…” She continued to gnaw on her lower lip. “Why are you here again exactly?”
    Tanner laughed, but when she didn’t so much as smile, his humor faded.
    Ah, hell, she had lost a few marbles. “To work,” he said carefully. “Remember?”
    â€œWork.” She nodded. “Well, if you’ll excuse me a moment.” And before he could so much as move, she took her made-up self down the hall. Toward what he knew to be the bedroom.
    Again.
    Was there another exit that hadn’t been on the set of plans he’d studied and memorized? Or had she crawled out her window to come around?
    â€œNutty to the bone,” he muttered, shaking his head and returning to the plans.
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    D IMI MOVED down the hall and barged into Cami’s bedroom, her face serious and intent as always. “First,” she said to Cami, who was still dressing.
    Or attempting to.
    â€œFirst, I need my lipstick back. Stop stealing it and buy your own.”
    Cami ignored her twin, who’d obviously let herself in—again—and tried to zip up the trousers she’d just found. Man, she really needed to stop eating doughnuts for breakfast.
    Wincing, she lay flat on the bed and sucked in a breath. The pants closed, barely, though she wouldn’t be able to so much as sneeze all day.
    â€œAnd second…” Dimi let out a rare grin. “Oh, baby, major hunk alert in your living room.”
    Cami managed to find a shoe. Breathless, she looked up. “What?”
    Dimi gestured down the hall. “Don’t look now, but you’ve got a really amazing-looking guy out there. He’s wearing a tool belt and a killer smile, to boot.”
    â€œYeah.” It wasn’t something Cami thought about often, because it was stupid. But when it came to men, she was actually jealous of her sister. Dimi was her identical twin, but somehow sheseemed far more put together than Cami could ever hope to be. Prettier.
    More likely to get lucky.
    As a result, Cami rarely told anyone, especially any date she might be lucky enough to get, that she was a twin. Didn’t say a lot for her confidence in herself, but it was a fact. “Oh, damn.”
    â€œWhat?”
    Cami held out her shoe, which had a suspicious-looking lump in it, one that smelled like…Craning her neck, she glared at Annabel.
    From her perch on the dresser, the cat blinked innocently.
    â€œUgh,” Dimi said, wrinkling her nose. “Dump the cat. But the guy, let’s not dump him. Did you know that he thinks I’m you?”
    Cami sighed. “Did you tell him you’re not?”
    â€œNow why would I do that and waste a perfectly good opportunity to mess with his head?”
    â€œDon’t you have work or something?”
    â€œYep.” Eyeing Annabel warily, Dimi grabbed Cami’s purse off