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of the bush and bare-footed it as fast as he could across the gravel drive and out into the street.
    Her friend turned toward her with a hand on her hip. “Don’t scare me like that!”
    Alex’s shocked brain reengaged and she yelled, “ Ohmigod . Calliope, we have to catch that man.”
    Calliope grinned and rubbed her hands together. “Now you’re talking.”

Chapter Three
    Ed peeked out a window at the house next door. Since it was still early on a Saturday morning, he might escape before his neighbors spied him. He liked a solitary morning jog to clear the sleep from his brain. And he wasn’t so sure he was up to Barbara Boyette’s unrelenting cheerfulness this early in the day. Ben’s mom was terrific…in small doses.
    As far as he could tell, the coast was clear. He could make a hasty escape if he left now.
    He had to hurry, before the masses of Boyettes caught him and reeled him in for the inquisition.
    He ducked out the back door, turned to stick the key in the lock. By the time he swung back around, two identically beautiful young women stood facing him. Each wore their thick, black hair pinned at the back of their heads with long loose ringlets trailing down over their exposed shoulders. But it was their dresses that made him think he’d taken a step back in time. They wore beautiful peach-colored ball gowns that made them look as if they’d walked straight out of the late eighteen hundreds.
    “Hi,” they said in unison.
    He slapped a hand over one eye and refocused. No he wasn’t seeing double. There were two of them. Damn, Ben had mentioned the bayou was said to be magical. But time travel and seeing double?
    “Let me guess,” he said, “your last name is Boyette.”
    “Yes!” Again, both girls answered in unison, their smiles practically blinding him.
    One of them stepped forward. “I’m Dolley, and this”—she pointed at her replica—“is Madison.”
    He frowned, glancing from one to the other. “You’re kidding, right?”
    Both dark heads tipped to the right. And Thing One—Dolley?—said, “About what?”
    “Your names.” He smiled when they continued to look confused, and added, “You mean you really are Dolley and Madison?”
    “Oh yes!” both said, the stereo frighteningly in tune.
    “Okay, I’ll buy that. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” He moved past them.
    “Wait, Mr. Marceau,” Dolley said.
    Madison finished with, “Mom wanted us to invite you to dinner tonight.”
    Dinner with eighteen kids? Did she think he was insane? “Please tell her thank you, but I have plans.”
    “Mom told us not to take no for an answer.” Thing Two—Madison…or was she Dolley?—smiled and stepped in front of him.
    The other twin grinned. “And we’d like you to come, too.”
    “Yes, we would,” Madison chime in.
    Pre-jog, pre-coffee, Ed wasn’t up to handling their combined enthusiasm, and he was feeling outnumbered by sunny faces. He was not a morning person, and he couldn’t stomach those who were irritatingly cheerful before nine o’clock.
    “So? Can we expect you?” Dolley-Madison asked in unison.
    He inhaled and prepared to say a firm “No.”
    But they turned some incredibly bright smiles on him. “Please?”
    His opened his mouth, and knew he couldn’t disappoint this early in the morning. “Okay.”
    Two bouncing cheerleaders in ball gowns hopped up and down, clapping their hands, their dresses ballooning out with each movement.
    His temples throbbed. If he didn’t get away soon, his head would spontaneously combust. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going for a jog.”
    “See you at seven?” they asked.
    He forced a smile. “Seven it is.” Then he made his escape, taking off at an all-out run designed to put as much distance as possible between him and the southern belle twins. Holy hell! What had he agreed to?
    He rounded the end of the block, glancing back to make sure the girls weren’t following him. Thank God! He’d left them behind.
    When he turned