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she has to call me. She has to make the next move.” Daphne had a right to make demands after the way they’d treated her. “And next time we meet on neutral ground.”
    Before he could counter or touch her again in a way that would persuade her to linger, she left. She walked to where she’d parked, ignoring the rain. She tried to look purposeful, as if she weren’t trembling from scalp to toe with unexpected, totally illogical need of a man who loved her sister.

CHAPTER TWO
    “D ID YOU CATCH HER ?”
    “I caught her.” Patrick pressed his tingling palm to the side of his jacket.
    What was his problem? Daphne was his client’s sister. Besides, he wasn’t interested in a relationship right now. There’d been plenty of women who’d offered to comfort the poor, divorced single dad whose ex-wife had loved pills better than their family.
    He’d turned down those women because his son needed him and he couldn’t afford to complicate his life any further. But something about Daphne had almost made him forget.
    With ridiculous weakness, he’d basked in her scent, eased closer so that the dark tendrils of her hair had curled against his shoulder, while he’d kept her talking, not only to persuade her to give Raina a second chance, but to prolong the pleasure of drowning in the whiskey-honey tones of her voice.
    He’d been too long on his own with his son, Will.
    “She’s staying, but you have to call her, Raina. I’m done.”
    “I will.” Raina pushed herself out of her chair. Happiness softened the pinched lines of her face as she hurried to the window.
    Patrick had worried about her since the moment her mother had pulled him closer to her hospital bed and begged him to look after her daughter. It was good to see those lines ease.
    Nevertheless, he had to make sure she understood he wasn’t part of her relationship with Daphne, whatever it turned out to be.
    “You’re too late,” he said as Raina’s forehead bumped the window. “She was speed walking last time I saw her.” He’d probably lit the fire—hanging on to her as if she were a rope at the edge of quicksand.
    “I didn’t know what to say.” Raina pressed fingertips to her head. “She looks like me, but she…she seems so different.”
    Raina was right. Daphne was different. She was strong, independent and, most telling, she wasn’t afraid to let her feelings be known.
    At twenty-eight, Raina remained, improbably, the princess under glass in one of Will’s Disney movies.
    “You know where she’s staying?”
    “She sent me the address.” Raina dug in her purse. “Even after your secretary told her to get in touch with you if she wanted to meet today.”
    “She doesn’t take orders well.”
    “You admire her, Patrick?”
    Admire her? He shrugged. “She’s got courage. She’s had a harder life than you.”
    He needn’t have been so blunt. Daphne had rattled him, resurrected feelings he’d thought had gone forever. He’d deliberately kept his emotions on ice after what had happened to his son last year. Staying detached from everyone except Raina and Will had become his special skill.
    “How do you go to someone you’ve never met and tell her you’re her twin? And how do you anticipate being welcomed?” Raina found what she was looking for, a crumpled envelope. “I admire her courage, but I don’t have it in me to love a sister who’s a stranger.”
    “I’ll repeat what I said to her. Give her a chance.”
    “You asked her to give me a chance?” Raina looked affronted at the idea that she had done something that required being given a second chance.
    Which was Patrick’s last straw. He should have walked when Raina had first called him about her twin-out-of-nowhere. Untouched by life except in her own extraordinary home, she might be out of her depth with a woman like Daphne.
    Patrick began to gather the papers around his folder, still open on the table. “Raina, I’ve paved the way for you. The rest is up to