Which Twin?. Elane Osborn
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and the glass roof above. Without even working at it, she could easily allow herself to slip back into the world of wealth and privilege.
Except, she doubted that the price had changed since the last time she considered such a move. And her soul was no longer for sale.
Rose sighed and swallowed her last bite of the vegetable foccacia, then realized she hadn’t said one word to the man who’d paid for it. Lovely manners, she chided herself before saying, “Great view you have here.”
Her words had caught Logan with his mouth full of meatball sandwich. In reply he lifted his eyebrows and nodded.
“Yeah, it is,” he said after swallowing. He glanced around slowly. “I’d almost forgotten about this place. The real estate agent walked me through this area when she showed me the condo, but this is the first chance I’ve had to spend any time up here.”
Rose shook her head. She didn’t know why his words surprised her. Her experience with Joshua Whitney should have taught her how little the very well-off really knew about getting the most out of life.
“Something wrong?”
Logan’s question pulled Rose’s gaze from the magnificent San Francisco skyline rising beyond the glass wall in front of her. When she turned to him, the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of the green water stretching out toward the east bay.
“Yeah,” she said slowly. “I tend to get irritated when natural beauty is ignored.”
Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Ignored? By me?”
“Yep. You have this great place you can use anytime, and you don’t even take the trouble to come up here.”
“And that bothers you, because…”
“Because,” Rose started, then shut her mouth. Waste of time, she told herself. She’d had this conversation before, or at least a strikingly similar one. And the last thing she needed at the moment was to have someone point out how naive and unsophisticated she was, then attempt to teach her about the “finer things in life,” like caviar.
Unable to prevent the shudder brought on by the thought of those salty, slimy little eggs, she made the gesture into a shrug.
“Never mind. Look, the lunch was delicious and the view spectacular. I appreciate your sharing both of them with me, but—”
“But,” Logan broke in, “we have more important matters to discuss. I want you to stay at the Benedicts’ house a bit longer, to pretend to be Anna. You won’t have to do much. Everyone already thinks that you are—”
“No,” Rose managed to break in.
Logan frowned. “Why not?”
“Why not?” Rose echoed. “My life is in Seattle. I have…things to do. Obligations to fulfill.” A life to put back together, she finished silently.
Logan seemed to consider her words carefully before he leaned forward, looked deep into her eyes and asked, “You mean to tell me you’re going to leave without meeting Anna? You claim that you’ve come all the way from Seattle to find a view that has been haunting your dreams for years, learned that it can be seen from the room belonging to a woman who looks exactly like you, and you’re going to leave without taking the trouble to meet this person?”
Rose could hardly miss the way his tone mocked the words she’d so recently flung at him. She also thought she caught a teasing glint in his eyes, but his lips showed no hint of a smile.
“It’s not the same thing,” she replied. “Besides, as I said, I have a—”
“Life to get back to. Of course. You have kids?” Rose shook her head.
“A husband?”
Again Rose shook her head. Careful to keep her voice neutral, she replied, “Not any longer.”
Logan lifted one eyebrow. “Bad breakup?”
“No, actually. I think we were both relieved when it ended.”
With that response, Rose shifted her attention to the skyline again. That wasn’t the complete truth, of course, but she didn’t think this man needed to hear the entire story.
After several seconds she heard Logan ask softly, “Then what are you running away from, Rosie?”
She turned to face him quickly. “My name is Rose. Only my mother—” She broke off, took a deep breath then said slowly, “I’m not running away from anything. I just want to go home. Where I belong.”
“I see.” His expression was skeptical. “And you’re not even curious about Anna?”
“Of course I am. However, I don’t have the kind of money, or the time at my disposal to—”
“As far as money goes,” Logan broke in, “I have enough at my disposal to make it worth your while to stick around. And I’m more than willing to do so.”
Every muscle in Rose’s body stiffened. The rich and powerful had one easy answer to everything. She knew better.
Getting to her feet she said, “I’m not interested in your money.” Then she turned and headed toward the elevator.
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