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“I’etic smile as she added a stack of napkins to the counter “But we don’t open until four”

As he stood there, her gaze skimmed over his Armani suit and up to his face A look of utter confusion creased her brows, and he was pretty sure he knehy Her boss and his twin, Clay Kincaid, obviously wasn’t a business suit kind of guy, and that was throwing her off, along with similarities Jackson must share with his brother With a tilt of her head, she took in his short cropped hair and studied his features, and when she finally ed up the corners of his lips

/> Her perplexed expression turned to one of unated shock as she realized he wasn’t her eht azure blue, widened, and she shook her head wildly in disbelief, causing long, dark strands of her silky-looking hair to brush back and forth across her shoulders

“You’re not Clay,” she blurted out

“No, I’ht of a s above her sensual upper lip “I’m his twin brother, Jackson Stone”

“His twin,” she repeated, still staring at hiraduallywith a noticeable flicker of fascination “Holyshit Clay has a fucking twin”

He chuckled, enjoying her unfiltered response Found it refreshing, actually He was used to polite, sophisticated women The kind who tended to be sweet, prim, and proper in his presence and a catty bitch behind his back This beauty in front of hihtforward combination sexy as fuck

“This iscrazy,” she said, still trying to process everything about hi by?”

He heard the cautious, slightly protective note to her voice that told him just how loyal this woman was to her boss and decided to be completely honest with her “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know I exist”

Questions filled her expressive blue eyes as he moved even closer to her side of the bar, but she didn’t ask any of them, which he appreciated

“Is he here, by chance?” Jackson asked hopefully