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Thomasina Tyler pasted her most charming smile on her face, smoothed down the jacket of her best suit and opened the door to her boss’s office.

“Ah, Tommie, come in,” Isabel Landon said. “I’ve been telling Mr. Schofield all about you.”

Tommie turned to the gentleman who had risen to his feet as she entered the office, her hand extended. But when she got her first look at the president of the prestigious Boston software company that was moving to Fort Worth, she almost fell off her three-inch heels.

“How do you do, Mr. Schofield,” she managed to eke out, hiding her surprise. Peter Schofield was handsome and young and tall. Even wearing heels, she came up only to his mouth. To his perfectly formed lips. He wore a navy suit that was fitted to him like a second skin, no doubt hand-tailored to accentuate his broad shoulders and lean hips. The taupe shirt brought out the gold in his hazel eyes, and his dark hair was short and styled, probably at the best salon in New England. When he smiled at her and his eyes glittered, she almost forgot why she was there. Almost.

Isabel helped bring her to her senses. “Tommie is one of the best Realtors in Fort Worth. I’m sure she’ll be able to find you the ideal area for your relocation as well as the perfect houses for you and all your executives.”

Tommie’s smile widened even more as she considered the future working with this incredible male specimen. “Please come with me to my office and we’ll get started on your relocation at once,” she said, gesturing to the door.

“With pleasure…” He hesitated, then asked, “May I call you Tommie?”

“Of course.”

Isabel had warned her about the upcoming interview and Tommie had thoroughly prepared for it. Too bad her boss hadn’t warned her about the man himself, she thought. Nevertheless, in her office she had several areas of town picked out with the advantages of each listed for him to consider. Of course, since Mr. Schofield had grown up in Fort Worth, he might already be familiar with the demographics.

Tommie took another quick look over her shoulder at the transplanted Texan. Forget the beef, the beer, the country music, even the presidents—Peter Schofield was the best thing Texas had ever exported!

Smoothing out her red power suit, she reined in her errant thoughts and reached out to open her office door. Her client beat her to it, holding it open for her to precede him.

“Mrs. Landon assures me you’re quite experienced…but you look about eighteen years old,” he said on a short but pleasant-sounding laugh.

Tommie was surprised by her lack of indignation. “Let me put your mind to rest, Mr. Schofield. I’ve been doing this for five years and I’ve won numerous sales awards.” She gestured to the plaques adorning the walls of her office, which was smaller but no less neat and nicely appointed as Isabel’s. “And for the record, I’m twenty-six.” She sat down behind her desk and pulled out some papers. “The same is true on my part. I expected a grizzled older man who’d fought his battles for years to own his own company. You scarcely have a wrinkle.”

He grinned. “I enjoy my work.”

He volunteered no vital statistics, though Tommie suspected he couldn’t be beyond his early thirties. She immediately got down to business. “On this map of Fort Worth I’ve targeted three areas that I think you might like. The blue area is located near Texas Christian University. It has a mixture of old and new housing. It’s centrally located and has good schools and shopping. The yellow area—” She looked up to find Mr. Schofield staring at her, not the map.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, not at all. Why would you ask that?”

“You weren’t looking at the map.” In fact, his eyes continued to peer into her own, making her extremely uncomfortable.

“Oh, I was just distracted,” he said matter-of-factly. “By your beautiful voice.” He cleared his throat and continued without skipping a beat, though her heart had suddenly decided to skip a few. “I’m familiar with Fort Worth. I was born and raised here. Area C is my choice.”

“I knew you grew up here, but I wasn’t sure you’d selected a particular location yet.”

“Yes, I should have told Isabel, but I wasn’t positive until I got back home.” He looked at her, an apologetic expression on his face.

“I guess I don’t have to tell you the advantages of the area, then.”

He shook his head, then reached into his breast pocket and withdrew a sheaf of papers. “These are the wish lists from the executives who are making the move. I’m afraid they know nothing of Fort Worth, but I thought the information would help you find houses to fit their needs.”

“Thank you so much. You’re making my job much easier.”

“And more efficient, I hope.”

“So I’m assuming time is of the essence?”

He nodded, and the friendly client instantly transformed to a diligent boss. “The sooner we all get settled, the sooner we’ll be back at work.”

“Very well. Would you like to start looking for your own house first? Or shall I line up houses for your staff?”

“Let’s start with me. The others won’t be flying in until next week. I’d like to be settled by then.”

Tommie thought he was being overly optimistic, but she wasn’t going to say anything to discourage him. “I understand. Shall we meet at, say, ten o’clock tomorrow morning? I’ll have a list of homes for you to see then.”

“Let’s meet at nine and I’ll buy you breakfast,” he countered.

“Fine. Tell me your hotel and I’ll pick you up there.”

“I’m not staying in a hotel. My mother insisted I stay with her. Here’s the address.” He leaned in and adopted a conspiratorial tone. “I love the woman, but I can assure you I’m highly motivated to get a place of my own.”

Tommie’s lips trembled with laughter. She understood exactly what he meant.

Pete found himself smiling the rest of the day as he thought about his Realtor. When Isabel Landon had told him his company move would be handled by Tommie Tyler, Pete had pictured a smarmy salesman and had worried about how he and his executives would work with the man.

Then the door had opened and Tommie Tyler had entered. He figured he’d be seeing the woman in his dreams. She was a beauty. And she’d done her homework. He’d looked at the areas she’d chosen, knowing any of the three would’ve been fine. He’d chosen the third because his mother and brother lived nearby.

He’d been planning to return to Texas a few years down the road, but he’d pushed up his schedule because of his mother’s health. After all, it wasn’t fair to leave his brother with all the responsibility.

But there was always a bright side. And he’d met her today. Suddenly, the idea of house hunting would be fun. With Tommie.

When he reached his mother’s rambling house, in the most upscale neighborhood in Fort Worth, his brother’s car was in the driveway. Pete felt his day was looking up even more. He’d missed Jim. They were twins, and though not identical, they shared the closeness associated with twins.

Jim had stayed at home and attended Texas Christian University, while Pete had gone away to Harvard, and he’d remained in Boston to start his business. Though over a thousand miles apart, they spoke several times a week and Pete knew every detail of his twin’s rise to partner at a small local CPA firm.

Their demanding schedules didn’t allow for much free time, but they did manage to fit in time for each other and for their mother. Last year she and Jim had visited him in Boston, and they’d recently sent their mother and her friend on the Alaska cruise she’d always spoken of. Pete considered them fortunate to afford such luxuries.

Ms. Tommie Tyler looked as if she appreciated the good things in life herself, judging by her expensive clothes, manicure and coiffed hair. But she’d also demonstrated the priceless things that made life worthwhile. A sense of humor, an active mind and delightful manners.

Pete hoped to delve even further into her personality in the coming days. So far, he’d found nothing to dislike.

He opened the front door to his mother’s house.

“Anyone home?” he called.

“Hey, bro, I heard you were back in town,” Jim said with a grin as he embraced his brother. He’d worked late the night before and hadn’t gotten to see Pete when he’d arrived.

“I’m back to stay this time. How’s everything going?”

“According to Mom, everything’s coming up daisies since her favorite is back home.” Jim rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance.

Pete laughed. “Don’t worry. Now that I’m back, I’ll soon share the guilt for all the wrongs of the world.”

“Damn, I hope so. The burden has been so heavy,” Jim teased, joining his brother in laughter.

Arm in arm, they walked into the family room where their mother sat in an oversize upholstered club chair by the window. She was focused, as always, on her knitting. Luckily for the brothers, she no longer made them things; instead, she sent her handmade articles to shelters for the needy.

Evelyn Schofield looked up. Her hair was now more gray than brown and she’d put on a few pounds, but her eyes were as sharp as ever. “Well, I am honored. My two boys here at once. How did the meeting go with Isabel, Pete?”

“Better than I expected, Mom,” Pete said with a big smile. “She turned me over to Tommie.”

“You’re excited about being turned over to Tommie?” Jim asked, frowning.

“You haven’t met Tommie. Twenty-six, blond hair, big blue eyes, gorgeous. And I’m taking her to breakfast tomorrow morning.”

“Hey, can I come along?” Jim asked eagerly, apparently having caught on to the fact that the Realtor was a woman.

“Not on your life! Find your own girl.”

“Damn, it’s good to have you back,” Jim said, hugging Pete again.

“Yes, it is, isn’t it,” his mother said, smiling at her boys. “Now, who is this Tommie?”

“Her last name is Tyler, but that’s all I know. So far.”

“Oh,” his mother said, suddenly turning her attention to her knitting once again.

“You know her?” Pete asked.

“Why, no, dear, I don’t.” She got to her feet. “I’m going to start dinner. Jim has agreed to suffer my cooking this evening, so just make yourselves comfortable.”

Jim stared after his mother.

“What?” Pete asked, knowing his brother would understand the question.

“Why would Mom lie about knowing Tommie Tyler?”

“Did she?” Pete asked.

“You’ve been gone too long, brother. She definitely knows something about the lady. Maybe she knows her mother.”

Suddenly a horrific thought struck Pete. “You don’t think…” He groaned. “This is all I need, Mom match-making. And I’m not even back twenty-four hours.”

“Why do you think she’s setting you up?”

“Think about it, Jim. She’s the one who sent me to Isabel Landon.”

“Oh.”

“Exactly.” He nodded. “Has she been trying to matchmake for you?”

Jim shrugged his shoulders. “I do seem to run into a lot of women…who coincidentally know Mom.”

“And you didn’t warn me?” Pete asked.

“Are you kidding? I wasn’t going to say anything that might make you change your mind about coming home.” Jim gave his brother a level look.

“Nothing was going to stop me from coming home now. I should’ve done it several years ago. But if the medicine I have to take is spending time with Tommie Tyler, I’ll just have to suffer through it.”

The Triple T’s, as the Tyler triplets called themselves, met for dinner at Teresa’s place. She’d promised to cook since school was out and she had plenty of free time.

Though the triplets were mirror images of each other, all with blond hair and big blue eyes, their interests were different, as well as their sense of style.

“So how was everyone’s day?” she asked as the three of them sat down at the table.

“Great!” Tabitha said with enthusiasm. She was such a high-energy person that it even filtered into her voice, which was high-pitched and peppy. “I’ve just about finished working out the first routine for the video. It’s going to be great.”

Tabitha was in the process of making an exercise and fitness video for teens. “You’re definitely going ahead with it?” Tommie asked.

“Yes. I’ve gotten letters from fifteen school districts interested in seeing the video when I’m finished. I think it’s going to do really well.”

“That’s great, Tabitha,” Teresa said, an encouraging smile on her face.

“It is,” Tommie agreed, “as long as you’re prepared for the opposite happening, too. You won’t be hurt if some of them turn you down?”

“No, Tommie, I won’t. I’ve been teaching these kids for four years. Do you think I convince every one of them to keep up an exercise program?” Tabitha asked with a sigh.

“She’s just being the big sister, as always,” Teresa said.

“Yeah,” Tabitha agreed. “She gets a lot of mileage out of those two minutes.”

Tommie came to her own defense. “I just worry that you might be disappointed.”

“Where were you when Roger dumped me?”

Tommie put her arms around her sister. “Sweetie, I told you he was no good.”

Tabitha rolled her eyes. “I know, I know.”

Teresa joined the hug. “But you survived, and you always will. After all, you have us,” Teresa reminded her. “Come on, eat your dinner before it gets cold. It’s a new recipe.”

Tommie took a bite and praised her youngest sister’s cooking. “This chicken is the best, Teresa. You’re such a good cook.”

“Thank you,” Teresa said with a mock bow. “You haven’t said how your day went,” she reminded Tommie.

“I think I met The One.”

That simple remark got her sisters’ attention.

“Who?” Tabitha demanded at the same time as Teresa asked, “Really?”

“Yes, I think so. He’s…oh, he’s wonderfully handsome.”

“But that’s not what’s important,” Teresa reminded her sister.

Tommie lifted her chin and added, “He’s also bright, ambitious and kind.”

“Who is he?” Tabitha asked.

“Do you remember I told you Isabel was giving me this corporation move? Well, he’s the president.”

“How old is he?” Teresa asked, looking worried.

“He didn’t say, but he didn’t look much older than thirty. He’s taking me to breakfast in the morning.”

“But isn’t that the company from Boston? I don’t think you should marry a Yankee,” Tabitha said.

“Roger was from Texas, wasn’t he? Geographic locations don’t mean that much. Besides, Pete was born and raised here. And his mother and brother still live here.”

“Ah! He has a brother. Only one?” Tabitha asked.

“That’s all he mentioned, and he didn’t tell me his brother’s age, either.”

“Tell us about him,” Teresa urged.

Tommie put down her fork, a dreamy look on her face. “He’s tall, and he has laughing hazel eyes. He’s a take-charge kind of guy, but not rigid.”

“How much time did you spend with him?” Teresa asked.

“Five minutes.”

“And you got all of that in five minutes?” Tabitha asked.

“I’m a good judge of character,” Tommie assured her sister. “Remember Roger?”

“I’m sick and tired of hearing about Roger. He’s long gone and I’m not crying any tears.”

“Not now,” Tommie said with sarcasm, because hers had been the shoulder her sister had cried on.

“Just make sure you’re not crying over this new guy!” Tabitha retorted.

“Not going to happen. I’m not about to let some guy ruin my life. I’ve got plans.”

“Oh, dear,” Teresa muttered.

“What do you mean by that?” Tommie instantly demanded.

“I think she’s saying, ‘Pride goeth before a fall,’” Tabitha said calmly.

“No, I—” Teresa began, but Tommie didn’t let her finish.

“I’m not proud. Just self-assured.”

“Did anyone talk to Mom today?” Teresa asked, desperately trying to change the subject.

“I did,” Tabitha said. “She said she was a little upset because she’d expected you to come see her since school was out.”

“What about you, Tab? School was out for you, too,” Tommie pointed out.

“Yes, but I was busy making my video. She understood that. She thinks I’m going to be wildly successful.” Tabitha lifted her chin in a challenge to her big sister.

“I don’t doubt it, Tabitha,” Tommie said gently.

“Me neither,” added the other triplet.

Tears pooled in Tabitha’s blue eyes, the same blue as her sisters’ eyes. She reached for their hands. “You two are the best sisters in the world.”

Tommie picked up Pete Schofield at nine o’clock, as he’d requested, and they drove to La Madeleine, a French bakery that served breakfast.

“I wouldn’t have picked you for a French-bakery type,” Tommie told him after they got their food and were seated.

He grinned. “It’s hard to find something that wouldn’t be improved with a croissant.”

“That’s true.”

“So, do you know my mother?”

Tommie sat back in her chair, surprise on her face. “What? How would I know your mother?”

“She’s lived in Fort Worth all her life. I just thought you might know her.”

“Sorry. I didn’t grow up in this part of town.” It was too upscale from what she’d had as a child. “You may not have noticed, but Fort Worth is a big city now.”

Pete watched her, but she showed no signs of lying. He changed the subject. “How did you get started in real estate?”

Tommie shrugged her shoulders. “My mother insisted I get a teaching certificate so I’d always have a job, but it didn’t take long after I graduated to figure out that teaching wasn’t for me.”

“Why?”

“I was trying to teach English to thirty students at a time, five times a day. They didn’t want to be there and they let me know it.”

“It doesn’t sound like enjoyable work.”

“It wasn’t. But since I loved houses, I decided to try selling them. I got my license at night and found a job with Isabel’s company as soon as school was out. And I’ve been there ever since.”

“Have you lined up some places for me to look at today?”

“Yes, I have. I made the assumption that you would prefer a condominium rather than a house since you aren’t married and don’t have children. There are some very—”

“You’re wrong,” he said calmly.

“You are married?” Tommie asked, her eyes wide. She attributed the sudden pain in her stomach to indigestion, not regret.

“No, I’m not married yet, but I hope to be soon. I want a large family, a house where we can entertain. No condos for me. I had one in Boston, and while it was beautiful, I’m tired of being boxed in.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I should’ve had you fill out some information for me. But I can line up some houses in this area that might work for you, if you’ll give me a few minutes.”

“Of course. Finish your breakfast first. I didn’t mean you had to work through your meal.”

“I don’t mind.” After she chewed her buttery croissant, she asked, “Does your brother live with your mother?”

Pete grinned. “No. She’d drive him crazy in no time. It’s been hard enough for him to be the only son around to torment.”

“Torment?”

“Mom can be demanding sometimes.”

“So I take it you don’t want a house near your mother’s?”

“Reasonably close would be okay, but not next door.”

“All right, I think I’ve got the picture. But won’t your future wife want to join us?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Pete explained, “I haven’t chosen my future wife yet. That’s still on my to-do list. But I want a house that will be suitable for the future. I don’t plan on moving again anytime soon.”

“I see. Is your brother married?”

“Nope. Not yet. He wanted to come meet you today, but I wouldn’t let him.”

“Why not?”

“We needed to get down to business.”

“Yes, well, I’ll make a few calls.” Tommie pulled out the notebook that showed all the latest listings. She’d gone through all the available houses in the area in preparation for the executives who would be moving with his company.

She wrote down the addresses of the houses she thought he’d be interested in, family houses. She had to call two of the owners to set up appointments. The other two homes she thought would do were standing vacant. They’d go look at those first.

“All right, I’m ready if you are, Mr. Schofield,” she said with a bright smile, trying to hide her disappointment at misreading her client’s needs.

“Make it Pete.”

“All right, Pete. Shall we go?”

“Sure.”

After the first house she knew she wasn’t hitting the target. “What did you not like about this house?”

“It’s not very attractive on the outside. And it needs some work before I could move in.”

“I see. Well, I’m not sure about the next one, but we might as well look at it to be sure. The two homes in the afternoon will be more what you’re wanting, I think.”

“Is there any reason you’ve lost your enthusiasm?” Pete asked with a frown after they left the next house.

“No. I’m just flustered that I had the wrong kind of homes lined up for you. And I don’t feel I’m finding what you want.”

“Not yet, but you’ve only shown me two houses. We’ll find something. Let’s have lunch.”

It bothered Tommie that they were spending more time eating than looking at houses. She might be disappointed that he was hoping to be a family man, with wife and children in his future plans. It made her revise her feelings toward Pete. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t sell a house to him.

As they were leaving the restaurant, Pete laughed and said, “I should’ve known.”

Tommie looked at him in confusion. “I beg your pardon?”

She followed his gaze to a handsome man approaching them. Pete stepped forward and gave him a hug and then said, “Tommie, I’d like you to meet my twin, Jim.”

His twin? Now Tommie knew Pete Schofield was definitely not The One.