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December 20

Marni pounded on the motel-room door, panicked by the hysterical phone call that had sent her racing across town on icy winter roads just days before Christmas.

“This’d better be good, Elise,” she muttered as she waited impatiently for her sister to answer the door. This was so like Elise. After a five-month absence, a frantic phone call from a motel. And what was Elise doing staying at a motel anyway? She always stayed with Marni between adventures. So what had happened this time?

Only one answer presented itself, flashing on like one of the Christmas lights strung along the motel’s eaves. It had to be man trouble, Marni thought with a groan. That was the only thing that rattled her sister’s legendary composure.

Marni pounded on the door again, trying not to think about how many times she’d had to rescue her sister. Elise had a natural ability for getting into trouble but no talent for getting herself out. She also had a knack for the dramatic. Marni rolled her eyes. Of course Elise did. She was in the theater. It didn’t matter that she designed sets rather than performed onstage; Elise loved the drama. All Marni could hope was that things weren’t half as bad as her sister had made them out to be on the phone.

On the other side of the door, she could hear Elise fumbling with the lock.

The door opened a crack and El’s tear-streaked face peeked around the edge. “Hi,” she said with an apologetic smile.

Marni looked into the mirror image of her own face and felt instant relief that Elise appeared to be all right. Her twin sister had made it sound like the end of the world, as if this time she was in serious trouble. So serious that Marni had abandoned her employees at the boutique to come charging over here at two in the afternoon on one of the busiest shopping days of the year, to save her twin who appeared not to need saving at all, just a shoulder to cry on.

Elise opened the door a little wider and Marni pushed her way in, feeling a lecture coming as surely as her next breath.

“El, this better not be another one of your—” The word stunts never left her lips. Speechless, Marni stared at her twin.

Elise stood, pigeon-toed and timid, wearing a flannel nightgown and a pair of bunny slippers. She gave Marni another apologetic smile, her eyes filling with tears as she looked down at the source of Marni’s speechlessness—her swollen belly.

“You’re…pregnant?” Marni cried. “You’re pregnant?” Frantically she tried to remember the last time she’d seen her twin. Summer. El had stopped by the boutique, slim and excited about the new man in her life. Admittedly, Marni hadn’t been paying a lot of attention. A new man in Elise’s life wasn’t exactly earth-shattering news. Now, if it had been Marni with a new man—any man—that would have been news.

“You’re pregnant,” Marni repeated. She replayed what she could remember of Elise’s phone call five months ago. Something about a theater tour in London. Marni had suspected the “tour” was also a romantic rendezvous but it had never crossed her mind that El might be—“Pregnant!”

Elise nodded. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks and Marni could see the dam about to break. She rushed to her sister, hugged her tightly, then took her hands in hers.

No wedding band. At least Elise hadn’t eloped and forgotten to tell her. She’d just gotten pregnant and failed to mention it.

“A baby”, Marni said brightly as she led Elise over to the bed. They sat on the edge. A zillion questions buzzed around in Marni’s head. “How did this happen?”

A stupid question. And obviously the wrong one. Elise burst into a flood of tears. Marni grabbed a box of tissues from the night table—where already used ones were piled high—and handed several to her twin.

The story came out between sobs, sniffles and nose-blowing. Elise had met a man last summer, fallen head over heels in love and found herself pregnant—and him long gone. “His name is Chase Calloway.”

Sounded like a made-up name, if Marni had ever heard one. “Where did you meet him?”

“Remember that fender bender I had last June in Boze-man? It was his truck I ran into.” El smiled at the memory. “He bought me dinner because I was upset. He was so sweet and thoughtful.”

Marni just bet he was.

“He was in town for a few days so we spent them together.”

“In town?”

“He travels a lot, just like me.”

Marni just bet he did. “How few days?”

“Four. And don’t tell me someone can’t fall in love in four days.”

Heaven forbid Marni would even suggest such a thing. Elise could fall in love in four seconds. “He knows about the baby?”

Elise nodded. “He’d been out of town for a while and I was worried about him. When he called in August—” she sniffed “—he said he couldn’t see me anymore. He couldn’t explain. It was complicated, had to do with his father and his family and the way he was raised.”

“So you told him about the baby,” Marni interjected.

Elise shook her head. The waterworks started again and through the crying Marni pieced together the story as best she could. In August, El, heartbroken and feeling heroic, had decided to have the baby on her own and had taken off to London to live the tragic life of a romantic heroine. But her bravado started to fail when her belly started to grow, the play closed and her job ended. Now she was having complications and had flown back to the States where her doctor had prescribed bed rest until the baby was born.

“So when did you tell him about the baby?”

“Yesterday, when I got back. I called his family’s ranch in the Horseshoe Hills. When he came to the phone, he sounded…strange.” Elise chewed her lower lip for a moment. “He acted like he didn’t know me and didn’t know what I was talking about.”

“So,” Marni said, trying to figure out exactly what her sister wanted her to do about all this. “You want me to find you a place to live and someone to come in and stay with you until the baby is born?”

Elise shook her head.

“You want to move in with me?”

Elise shook her head.

Marni let out a silent sigh of relief. As much as she loved her twin, she couldn’t imagine the two of them living under the same roof for more than a short visit. They were too…different.

“You want to go live with Mom?”

“Good heavens, no!” Elise cried.

“Maybe you’d better tell me what it is you want me to do.”

“Take me to see him.”

“Who?” she asked, wishing she didn’t know.

“Chase.”

“Did your doctor say you could go?’” Marni asked and saw from El’s expression that he’d said just the opposite.

“I have to talk to Chase,” Elise cried. “He loves me. I know he does. He said he’s always wanted a baby. Something is wrong or he wouldn’t be acting like this now that he knows I’m pregnant. He’s avoiding me because of his family. His father, Jabe Calloway.”

Marni reminded herself of all the times since grade school her twin had involved her in “sticky situations,” but at the same time she and Elise both knew that Marni McCumber was a registered, card-carrying sucker for anyone in trouble. And her twin was in classic trouble.

“Chase said his father rules the family like a dictator,” Elise cried. “Chase wouldn’t deny his own baby unless he was being forced to. I know if I could just talk to him—”

Marni looked at the lump on El’s lap. All the other times, it had just been Elise in some dilemma. Now there was a baby. Marni’s niece or nephew.

“I’ll call this Chase Calloway and talk to him,” she relented. What could that hurt?

Elise hugged her and provided the phone number at the Calloway Ranch. Marni reached for the phone on the night table and punched in the number.

A woman answered on the third ring. Marni asked for Chase.

“May I tell him what this is in regard to?” she inquired.

“Just tell him it’s urgent that I speak with him. My name is Elise McCumber.”

She could hear a man’s voice in the background. “I’m sorry, Chase Calloway isn’t taking calls,” she said and hung up.

“Well?” Elise asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

“He isn’t taking calls.”

“See, I told you.” Elise started tearing up again. “He’s in terrible trouble. I have to go to him.”

”You’re not going anywhere,” Marni reminded her. “You have to do what’s best for the baby and the doctor said bed rest, right?”

“What am I going to do? I’m trapped here, and who knows what’s happening to Chase.”

Marni tried to assure her Chase was fine, but El wouldn’t hear of it. “Surely this can wait until after Christmas.” Maybe she could talk Elise out of pursuing this man by then. Or maybe Chase would have a change of heart over the holidays. Sure.

“Chase is in trouble,” El cried, her hand going to her stomach. “I feel it.”

Marni seriously doubted Chase was in any kind of trouble. The baby, however, was another matter. She knew her sister, she’d never been good at waiting for anything, especially a man. Elise couldn’t sit still for a few days, let alone two months until the baby was born, before she knew what was going on with this Chase character.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Marni heard herself say. The thought of telling Chase Calloway what a lowdown louse he was definitely had its appeal. Maybe the boutique could survive for one afternoon without her being there. “Where’s his ranch?”

El quit crying. “I’m sure you can find it, but you can’t go there like you are.”

“What?” Marni knew she wasn’t going to like this.

“You have to pretend you’re me, like we used to.”

“What? Do I have to remind you how much trouble we got into, pretending to be each other?”

“But this time it’s different,” El cried. “You have to pretend you’re pregnant or Jabe Calloway will take one look at you, think you’re me and that I lied about being pregnant, and not even let you in the door.”

The last thing Marni wanted to be was pregnant, pretend or otherwise. No thanks. “All I have to do is explain that I’m your twin sister,” Marni said reasonably. “You did tell Chase you have an identical twin, right?”

El looked chagrined. “It never came up.” She gave Marni another apologetic glance through her tear-beaded lashes. “You won’t be able to convince Jabe—or Chase—unless they see you like this. Once Chase admits his love for me, you can tell him the truth. He’ll listen then. Oh, Marni, it will work. We look more alike now than we ever have.”

Marni studied her sister. While they were identical twins, Elise had always been the picky eater and the skinnier one; Marni had what she liked to think of as the more well-fed, “rounded” look. Now that Elise was pregnant, grudgingly, Marni had to admit that her sister was right. They did look more alike than ever. Except for El’s protruding stomach.

“Chase will break down when he sees the woman he loves that he thinks is me, pregnant, especially seven months along,” Elise said with such confidence, Marni found herself almost believing it. Almost. And she couldn’t see even an old ogre as awful as this Jabe Calloway sounded turning away a very pregnant woman. Especially right before Christmas.

All Marni needed was a chance to talk to Chase Calloway and decide for herself if he was avoiding Elise on his own—or because of his dictatorial father.

“El, what if I talk to Chase and he doesn’t want a relationship with you or the baby?” she asked gingerly.

“If Chase truly doesn’t love me and doesn’t want me or the baby, I’ll accept it,” Elise said with a dignity her bunny slippers belied. “But I know how he feels about kids. He said finding a woman to share his life with and having children was all he’d ever dreamed of.”

Marni turned away to roll her eyes. Geez, couldn’t El tell a come-on when she heard one? “Okay. I’ll go up there and talk to him. I’ll give him one last chance.”

Elise nodded. “You’ll see. He loves me.” She patted her round belly. “And our baby.”

“I’ll go on one condition,” Marni said. “That you go to Mom’s—at least temporarily.” She expected an argument.

But El readily agreed. Marni stared at her sister. Until that moment, she’d had no idea how much Chase Calloway meant to her twin. Marni cursed the man’s black heart.

* * *

MARNI COULDN’T BELIEVE what she’d volunteered for as she took Dry Creek Road out of town headed for the Horseshoe Hills north of Bozeman. She wound through the snowy foothills that lay in the shadows of the Bridger mountain range. Farmhouses became fewer and farther between, and the road narrowed as she left civilization behind.

Occasionally she’d catch her reflection in the rearview mirror, and do a startled double take at the woman who looked back at her. Elise had insisted on putting a russet rinse on Marni’s normally dark-blond, curly, shoulder-length hair. Marni had drawn the line at chopping it off to look like El’s short wedge.

“He’ll just have to think I let my hair grow,” she told her twin. “El, are you sure there’s no chance that this guy really doesn’t remember you?”

El laughed. “Not after the four days we spent together.” Her eyes sparkled. “It was…magical.”

Magical. Marni suspected that wasn’t the way Chase Calloway would describe it, especially now that Elise was pregnant

“Here, let’s do something with your makeup,” El had said. “Then we’ll call my friend at the costume shop and get you a maternity form.”

Elise had filled her in on how she and Chase had met, where they’d gone and what they’d done, just in case she needed those details to get past Jabe Calloway to Chase. Marni only hoped she could keep it all straight. The last thing she wanted was to get caught in this whopper of a lie.

The deejay on the radio cut into Marni’s nervous thoughts with more disturbing news. A winter-storm warning. Great, exactly what she needed. “White Christmas” began to play on the radio. How appropriate. Well, it was too late now, she thought, looking at the darkening sky. All she could hope was that she’d get finished with Chase Calloway before the storm hit. And that he’d have some reasonable explanation for his disappearing act, just as El believed.

But common sense told Marni that Chase’s father wasn’t keeping him away from Elise; he was just using the old man as an excuse. Even if Jabe Calloway had forbidden his son to acknowledge El and the baby, and Chase had conformed to his father’s wishes, what kind of man did that make Chase?

No, Marni decided as she headed up the canyon, there was nothing about Chase Calloway she was going to like. She dropped down a hill through the snowy pines into Maudlow, an old railroad town with an abandoned clapboard hotel and gas station-grocery. Signs over the ancient fuel pumps outside listed gasoline at thirty-seven cents a gallon.

Marni hung a left at Maudlow, driving past the old schoolhouse on the hill up Sixteenmile Creek, and felt her first real trepidation.

The canyon narrowed in a thick fringe of snowcapped pine trees, rocky cliffs and creek bottom. She followed the winding frozen waters of the creek farther up the dead-end road and into the darkness of the approaching storm. She could feel the temperature plummeting outside her four-wheel-drive wagon and realized she hadn’t seen another vehicle on the road since the Poison Hollow turnoff.

She cranked up the heater and rubbed her cold fingers as she looked anxiously to the snowy road ahead. A Montana native, she knew how quickly the weather could change. Especially in December. But it wasn’t the cold or the storm that worried her. It was not knowing what lay ahead in this isolated part of the country.

She’d convinced herself that she’d missed the turnoff, when she saw the sign. Calloway Ranch. She shifted down, amazed at how cumbersome the maternity form was. How did pregnant women drive? She felt like a hippo out of water.

She turned up the road, feeling even more isolation as she crossed the creek on the narrow one-lane bridge and drove into another narrow dark canyon.

To her surprise the canyon opened up and in the middle of the small valley sat a huge, Gothic-looking house. It towered three stories. Nothing about it looked hospitable. No Christmas lights stretched across the eaves. Nor did any blink at the windows. Under the grayness of the approaching storm, the place looked dismal and downright sinister. Not that she’d expected a warm reception.

Marni pulled her car in front of it and cut the engine. She sat for a moment, rehearsing. She was Elise Mc-Cumber. She checked herself in the mirror. Nice eye shadow, El. She was seven months pregnant. She patted the maternity form. “How ya doin’, ‘Sam’?”

Then she shook her head in disbelief that she was doing such a fool thing and opened the car door.

It didn’t look as if anyone was home. No dogs ran out to greet or bite her. What few vehicles were parked along the side of the house were snow-covered. What kind of ranch was this? Didn’t El say they raised horses?

An uneasiness raised goose bumps on her skin. She looked up. A face peered out at her from a tiny window under the eave above the third floor. Then the face was gone. But the uneasy feeling remained.

“Well, someone’s home,” Marni muttered. “And the family now knows I’m here.” She took a deep breath and mounted the steps.

An older woman answered the door with a dish towel in her free hand. “Yes?” she inquired, giving Marni a disdainful once-over.

“I’m Ma—Elise McCumber,” Marni said. “I’m here to see Chase Calloway.”

“And what may I say this is in regard to?” she asked, even more cool and reserved than before. Unless Marni missed her guess, this was the same woman she’d spoken with on the phone earlier.

“It’s personal,” Marni said meaningfully as she opened her coat and patted “Sam.”

The woman rocked back on her sensible shoes.

“Would you please tell Mr. Calloway I’m here. Elise McCumber.” Marni started to step into the foyer but the woman blocked her way.

“Mr. Calloway isn’t seeing—”

“I’ll take care of this, Hilda,” called a male voice from some distance behind the woman.

The moment Hilda moved out of the doorway, Marni stepped in from the cold, breathing a sigh of relief. She’d gotten her foot in the door, so to speak.

Marni wasn’t surprised to find the inside of the house as forbidding as the outside. The interior provided little warmth, from the dark hardwood floors and trim to the somber wallpaper and heavy dusky draperies. In the corner sat an artificial Christmas tree, flocked white and decorated with matching gold balls positioned perfectly around its uniform boughs. So different from the McCumber tree at the farm with its wild array of colorful ornaments, each homemade and placed on the tree by the McCumber kids.

At the sound of boots on the wooden floor, Marni turned to see a large older man in western clothing coming down the hall. He filled the hallway with his size alone—he had to be close to six foot six—but also with his imposing manner. Marni took a wild guess. Jabe Calloway.

“Yes?” he asked, assessing her with sharp, pale blue eyes. He seemed surprised by what he saw. “You’re inquiring about my son?”

Marni watched the housekeeper scurry toward the back of the house as if the place were in flames.

“I’m Elise McCumber,” she said, saying the name over and over in her head like a mantra. Or a curse. “And you’re…?”

“Jabe Calloway,” he said, plainly irritated. “What is it you want with my son?”

“I want to talk to him. What it’s about is between Chase and me.” A strange sound made Marni turn. She blinked in surprise as a younger man hobbled into view from down the same hallway Hilda had disappeared. Marni told herself this couldn’t be Chase Calloway.

“Chase,” his father said, also turning at the sound. “There’s no reason to concern yourself with this. Ms. McCumber was just leaving.”

“But this is my concern,” Chase said.

Under normal circumstances, Marni would have reacted poorly to the fact that Jabe Calloway was trying to shuffle her off without even a chance to talk to his son. But what was normal about any of this?

She stared at Chase, too surprised to speak. She’d just assumed he’d be handsome, knowing El. But this man set new standards for the word, from his broad shoulders and slim hips to his long denim-clad legs. He had a thick cap of wild dark hair that fell over his forehead above a pair of blue eyes that put his father’s to shame. The resemblance between the two men was remarkable. But while Chase had his father’s strong, masterful features, his mouth was wider, his lips more sensual, even turned down as they were now. He was the kind of man women dreamed of. This explained a lot.

Chase’s muscular shoulders were draped over a pair of crutches. He limped toward her, his jeans trimmed to allow for the cast on his broken left leg. Eyes downcast, he seemed intent on maneuvering the crutches across the slick floor. Or on avoiding looking at her. On closer inspection, Marni decided it was the latter. The coward.

A few feet from her, he stopped and looked up for the first time, his pale blue eyes welding her feet to the floor.

Marni didn’t move an eyelash as his gaze flicked over her. Would he recognize her for the impostor she was?

He frowned, those blue eyes intent on her face. She let out a silent oath. She knew this wouldn’t work; any man who’d been intimate with a woman would know whether or not she was his lover when he saw her. One look at this man, and Marni knew she’d never be able to fool him. He made her feel as if he could see beyond the dye job and the eye shadow right into her deceitful soul.

“I wondered when you’d show up here,” Chase said.

So much for that theory. “What did you expect?”

His gaze dropped to her swollen abdomen, then insolently moved back up to her face. His eyes iced over. “Not this.”

She shot him a look that she hoped would give him frostbite. Had he thought Elise wasn’t serious when she’d told him she was pregnant? Or maybe he thought by rejecting her she’d just go away.

“We need to talk about the baby,” Marni said, putting a protective hand over “Sam.”

Chase clenched his jaw, eyes narrowing. “The baby? I thought I told you on the phone, this wasn’t going to work. What is it you want?”

“For you to own up to what you’ve done and accept some of the responsibility,” Marni snapped.

Hushed voices drifted down from the second floor.

“For what I’ve done?” Chase demanded. He seemed to be fighting to keep his voice down. “What are you trying to pull here?”

The muffled voices silenced. Marni looked up to see a small crowd gathered at the top of the wide, circular staircase. All eyes stared down at her.

“This is not the place to discuss this,” Jabe interjected abruptly. “Let’s take it into the library.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Chase said, locking his gaze with hers. “I don’t know who you are or what you want. But I can assure you of one thing, that…baby…isn’t mine.”