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“He’s okay,” she added after a moment. Izzy breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes,” she said. “He is.” She wouldn’t have said that a week ago. But she was beginning to get a pretty good idea that Finn MacCauley, for all his gruffness, wasn’t the ogre Tansy had thought he was. She also knew, whether he really wanted to or not, that he wouldn’t turn his back on them. “Be better if you were here,” Pansy said, giving Izzy a jolt. “Can’t you stay?”<\/p>\n

“You know the answer to that. Don’t forget about Sam.” And she found that she was saying it as much for her own benefit as for Pansy. “I know. I like Sam, too.” Pansy slanted Izzy a glance. “Maybe you an’ Sam could adopt us.” “I would love having you for my children,” Izzy told the little girl. “But I don’t think that’s what your mother had in mind.” “She wouldn’t care.” “Your uncle would.”<\/p>\n

Pansy tilted her head so that her eyes looked deeply into Izzy’s. “Truly?” “Yes,” Izzy said softly, but firmly. “Give him a chance to prove it to you.” A minute went by, then another. Finally Pansy gave a small, almost imperceptible nod of her head. “Sam’s coming home the day after tomorrow,” she told Finn the next evening when he got home from work. Still haunted by her dream, she’d called his office first thing in the morning and learned the good news.<\/p>\n

“Tomorrow?” Finn’s black brows drew down. He kicked off his shoes and socks and padded barefoot to the kitchen. Izzy followed him. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you totally in the lurch. I’ll take the girls with me for the time being.” She’d decided this afternoon that Sam wouldn’t mind, and it was the perfect solution. Finn started to open the refrigerator. He turned instead and looked at her over his shoulder. “Take them with you? What’s that mean?” “During the days. Sam won’t care and\u2014” “I thought you were terrified to set foot in Fletcher’s apartment.<\/p>\n

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When it comes to the female sex, Finn MacCauley is an expert. Except, that is, when the females in question are his six-year-old nieces\u2014and identical twins. Finn just isn’t equipped to be a father\u2026 Izzy, on the other hand, is an ideal mother. If only she wasn’t engaged to another man!<\/p>\n

All Finn has to do is persuade Izzy that being temporary surrogate parents will be terrific fun\u2014nearly as much fun as sharing Finn’s glamorous lifestyle\u2026 and his bed! Excerpt\u2026 “I’m leaving!” “You leave, and the twins go with you,” Finn said implacably. “But I can’t stay! I have a life.” “What life? What brought you to New York?” “I’m going to get married,” Izzy said. Finn looked her up and down with such obvious disbelief that Izzy wanted to smack him.<\/p>\n

He smiled. “Have you picked a groom yet?” “Yes, I’ve picked a groom. And I intend on seeing him this evening.” “You can’t. Not yet. At least help me get the twins settled. Read them a story. Get them to bed.” He was looking just a bit desperate! Finn’s Twins!<\/p>\n

by Anne McAllister PROLOGUE THE phone was ringing\u2014had been for longer than he wanted to think. Finn ignored it. He stood motionless, his entire concentration focused on the developing tray where Angelina Fiorelli’s lips were beginning to emerge. He’d been waiting all day to do these enlargements, to see if he could find the perfect come-hither look in the best of the shots he’d taken the day before. He wasn’t one of the world’s most creative and eagerly sought-after commercial photographers for nothing.<\/p>\n

When he had an idea, he pursued it. And all the ringing phones in the world weren’t going to interrupt him now. He leaned closer and permitted himself a small smile as, in the dim red light of the darkroom, he made out the faintest hint of the luscious Fiorelli outline beginning to develop. Yes! Another ring. Finn gritted his teeth. Were the hell was Strong? His matronly taskmaster of a studio manager shouldn’t have any of his high-strung, ruffled-feathered clients left in the office to appease by this time.<\/p>\n

It was already after five o’clock. Why wasn’t she answering it?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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