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    Kamille’s long, red-tipped fingernails tapped against her glass. “You’re attracted to this woman?”
    “No.” Jake shook his head and rubbed a knuckle across his eye. “Yes. I don’t know.” On his next pass through the room, he swiped Kamille’s drink from her hand and downed it in one gulp, wincing a little from the burn of the alcohol.
    “Your main concern is that you told her you’re Ian’s brother?” She narrowed her eyes as she followed his progress back and forth. “So what?”
    The question brought Jake’s pacing to a sputtering halt. “What do you mean, ‘so what?’”
    His boss moved back to the bar and poured a second drink. “I mean, like I’ve said all along, you shouldn’t be required to live your life according to what your brother wants.” This time, she swallowed half the drink before she turned around to face Jake.
    “You don’t understand.”
    “You’re right. I don’t get it at all.” Kamille shrugged. “But you know that. We’ve had that part of this conversation before.” Sitting down on the sofa in Jake’s abandoned spot, she leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, spinning the half-empty drink around in her hands. “But I’m going to tell you exactly what I’ve told you before. If you need to keep up the Jocelyn act, I’ll support you. I think you give your brother more power over your life than you should. And if you like this woman, you should go for it.”
    Jake’s mouth twisted as he shook his head, and Kamille shrugged. “Okay. Your call.” She rose, a clear dismissal that Jake couldn’t ignore.
    He had come to see Kamille hoping to gain clarity. And that was exactly what he had gotten. Because the one thing he knew for sure was that he had to keep his brother’s career safe, no matter what. People who weren’t twins didn’t get how they were half of the same whole. Ian and Jake might be completely different, but they would always look out for each other. Protecting Ian came as naturally to Jake as protecting himself.
    I do wish I had kissed Sadie in the elevator, though.
    …
    “Hurry up.” Amelia plucked at the shoulder of Sadie’s shirt. “We need to get in there.”
    “Why are you in such an all-fired rush?” Pulling away from her friend, Sadie smoothed her shirt back down, then reached into her shoulder bag for her gray sweater. It was always so cold in these hotels.
    “Because Intertwined is about to announce the winner of their Win a Date with a Model contest.” Amelia was practically bouncing up and down on her toes, her grin manic.
    “Oh, Amelia. Seriously? You entered that? It’s all a scam. You know most of those models are gay or married or otherwise unavailable to you.”
    Her friend’s expression turned cagey. “Well. It could still be fun to go out on the town with some gorgeous guy. It would look great on my Facebook.”
    Sadie shuddered. “Sounds like hell to me. Having to make small talk with someone like that for an entire evening?”
    “Mmm. Someone tall and muscular who just oozes sex appeal.” Amelia rolled her eyes, even as she tugged Sadie toward the elevator. “Yeah. That would be just miserable.”
    Sadie shook her head. “Too many chances to say—or worse, do—something really stupid.”
    Like almost kiss Ian Blaine’s twin in an elevator .
    For an instant, she considered telling Amelia about her elevator encounter with the gorgeous Intertwined PA. But what was there to tell, really? The elevator got stuck, he leaned toward her, her heart stopped, then she got the elevator moving again.
    Her heart might still need a jump-start, but no one needed to know that.
    Nothing to tell.
    It could have been worse. At least no one had been there to see how she had reacted to the man.
    “Anyway, who cares if you say or do something stupid? You can leave that all behind in Vegas, right?” It took Sadie a moment to realize that Amelia was still talking about the prize date with a cover