What did James Coxwell ever see in my twin sister Marcia? (I mean, besides her sparkling good looks?) I know what she saw in him - money, prestige, and more money. Well, she's stolen the boy's rose-colored glasses this time. Since hubby stopped raking in the big bucks, Marcia's left him and the kids for parts unknown.
But, for a guy who's lost his job, his marriage, and his status toys, James is pulling it together pretty well. It's not just how good he looks in jeans. It's that he's not giving up what's important to him, and oh baby, I'm a sucker for a fighter who refuses to concede defeat.
That doesn't mean that I'll play happy homemaker now that Mommie Dearest has gone AWOL. And it doesn't mean that I'm going to fall for James' easy charm, not again anyhow. Once bitten, twice shy and all that jazz. Besides, I've had a lifelong policy of not being mistaken for my twin - I'm not backing down on that one now, no matter how convenient it might be for a certain sexy (and dangerously persuasive) man.