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candidate doing at a romance conference in Las Vegas? And why was he going by the name Jake and helping Kamille Stone at the Intertwined table? The man was outspoken about his belief in proper education. Surely he didn’t approve of the kind of fiction Intertwined published.
    The kind of fiction that any one of the many presses at this conference published, for that matter.
    Sadie hadn’t intended to ask the question at all, but it popped out of her mouth without her conscious volition. “Why are you here, anyway?”
    When he hadn’t said anything by the time the elevator stopped and the doors opened on the bar floor, Sadie was sure she wasn’t going to get any answer at all. But as he walked out, he put his hand back to block the door from closing long enough to turn around and speak.
    “I’m Jake Blaine. Ian’s my twin brother.”

Chapter Four
    Jake swaggered down the hallway, fighting the urge to turn around to see if Sadie Quinn was still watching. He could feel her eyes on him until the moment the elevator doors swooshed shut. At that point, once he knew she couldn’t possibly be watching, he spun around and made his way back to the elevator lobby.
    As much as he might really want that drink now, he needed to spend some time considering what had just happened.
    Or what had almost happened, anyway. Pushing the up arrow, he waited for another elevator to arrive. Once inside, he pushed the button for the floor he wanted, then crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and leaned against the mirrored wall.
    As hard as he tried, he couldn’t shut down the image of Sadie Quinn’s soft lips trembling just inches away from his.
    Even as the elevator filled with people from other floors, Jake stayed still and silent, trying to come to terms with the odd combination of desire and anger rolling through him, holding it in tightly, as if it would burst out of his skin in raw flames if he didn’t keep it contained.
    He really had almost kissed a woman he didn’t know—and not just any anonymous stranger, but Sadie Quinn. The woman he had been cyber-avoiding for almost a solid year in his guise as a female editor.
    Pretty much the worst possible choice to make out with in an elevator.
    Even in Vegas.
    Worse, she had mistaken him for Ian—the one thing he had promised his brother he would never allow to happen.
    And then, had he followed his plan and played it off coolly, claiming some coincidental resemblance to the politician?
    Oh, hell no. I blurted out the truth. It’s a good thing she didn’t ask me who Jocelyn Dellarivier is. I might have told her that, too.
    Shaking his head, he ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, ending with the heel of his palm pressed against his forehead.
    What is wrong with me?
    By the time the elevator made it up to the thirty-sixth floor, he was alone again and no closer to answers than he had been before.
    When Kamille answered the knock at her door, she wore sweatpants and an Intertwined T-shirt, and her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun.
    “I told you this was a bad idea,” Jake muttered.
    Raising one eyebrow, Kamille turned sideways to allow him into the suite. “Do tell,” she said, her tone dry.
    Jake collapsed onto the center of the sofa, both arms spread out along the back, fingers tapping against the upholstery. “It’s that professor. Sadie Quinn.”
    “The one at Janie’s signing? What about her?” Kamille moved to the in-room bar and poured herself a drink, then stood over him swirling it around in the glass without taking a sip.
    “I almost kissed her in the elevator.”
    Kamille’s hand stilled, the liquid in the glass sloshing around another time or two before rocking to a stop. Tilting her head to the side, she raised her eyebrow. “Run that by me again?”
    Unable to force himself to stay seated, Jake pushed up from the sofa and paced across the small room. As quickly as possible, he recited the elevator events to Kamille, starkly and without