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KANE sat at the bar, nursing a double Scotch, and pondering the perversities of life.

He still could not believe what his brother had just told him: that he was miserable in his marriage and that he spent every Friday night drinking here at this bar instead of going home to his wife and children. Curtis even confessed to going into the office on the weekend sometimes to escape the tension and arguments at home.

Kane could not have been more shocked. There he’d been these past few years, envying Curtis for his choice of wife, his two gorgeous children and his seemingly perfect family!

The truth, it seemed, was a far cry from the fantasy world Kane had woven around his twin brother’s home life. Apparently, Lisa was far from content with being a stay-at-home mum. She was bored and lonely for adult company during the day. On top of that, two-year-old Joshua had turned into a right terror this past year. Four-year-old Cathy threw tantrums all the time and wouldn’t go to bed at night. Lisa could not cope and their sex life had been reduced to zero.

Curtis, who was never at his best at the art of communication, had started staying away from home more and more, and Lisa was now giving him the silent treatment.

He was terrified she was thinking of leaving him and taking the kids with her. Which had prompted his call of desperation to his brother tonight.

Kane, who’d been working late at the office, solving the problem of a defecting designer, had come running to the rescue—as he always did when his twin brother was hurt or threatened in any way. He’d been coming to Curtis’s rescue since they were toddlers.

‘I love my family and don’t want to lose them,’ Curtis had cried into his beer ten minutes earlier. ‘Tell me what to do, Kane. You’re the man with all the solutions. Tell me what to do!’

Kane had rolled his eyes at this. OK, he could understand why Curtis thought he could wave a magic wand and fix his problems with a few, well-chosen words. He had made a fortune teaching people how to be successful in getting what they wanted out of their working life. His motivational seminars drew huge crowds. His fee as an after-dinner speaker was outrageous. His best-selling book, Winning At Work, had been picked up in most countries overseas.

Earlier this year he’d gone on a whirlwind tour in the US to promote the book’s release, and sales there had been stupendous.

His hectic schedule in America had drained him, however, both physically and emotionally, and since his return he’d cut back considerably on his speaking engagements. He’d been thinking of taking a long holiday when his friend Harry Wilde had asked him to look after his small but very successful advertising agency during December whilst he went on a cruise with his wife and kids.

Kane had jumped at the chance. A change was as good as a holiday. And he was really enjoying the challenge. It had been interesting to see if his theories could be applied to any management job. So far, so good.

Unfortunately, his strategies for success in the professional world didn’t necessarily translate into success in one’s personal life. His own, especially. With one failed marriage behind him and no new relationship in sight, he was possibly not the best man to give his brother marital advice.

But he knew one thing. You never solved any problem by sitting at a bar, downing one beer after another. You certainly never solved anything, running away from life.

Of course, that had always been Curtis’s nature, to take the easiest course, to run away from trouble. He’d always been the shy twin. The less assertive twin. The one who needed protecting. Although just as intelligent, Curtis had never had Kane’s confidence, or drive, or ambition. His choice to become an accountant had not surprised Kane.

Still, Kane understood that it could not have been easy being his twin brother. He knew he could be a hard act to follow, with his I-can-do-anything personality.

But it was high time Curtis stood up and faced life head-on, along with his responsibilities. He had a lovely wife and two great kids who were having a hard time for whatever reason and really needed him. Regardless of what a lot of those new relationship gurus touted, Kane believed a husband was supposed to be the head of his family. The rock. The person they could always count on.

Curtis was acting like a coward.

Not that Kane said that. Rule one in his advice to management executives was never to criticise or put down their staff or their colleagues. Praise and encouragement worked much better than pointing out an individual’s shortcomings.

In light of that theory, Kane had delivered Curtis one of his best motivational lectures ever, telling his brother what a great bloke he was. A great brother, a great son, a great husband and a great father. He even threw in that Curtis was a great accountant. Didn’t he do his brother’s highly complicated tax return each year?

Kane reassured Curtis that his wife loved him and no way would she ever leave him.

Unless she thought he didn’t love her back. Which Lisa had to be thinking, Kane reckoned.

At this point he sent his brother off home to tell his wife that he loved her to death and that he was sorry that he hadn’t been there for her when she needed him. He was to vow passionately that he would be in future, and what could he do to help?

‘And when Lisa falls, weeping, into your arms,’ Kane had added, ‘whip her into bed and make love to her as you obviously haven’t made love to her in a long time!’

When Curtis still hesitated, Kane also promised to drop over the next day to give his brother some moral support, and to provide some more proactive suggestions which would make his wife and kids a lot happier.

Hopefully, by then, he could think of some.

One divorce in their family was more than enough! Their parents would have a fit if Curtis and Lisa broke up as well.

Kane shook his head and swirled his drink, staring down into the pale amber depths and wondering just why he’d married Natalie in the first place. For a guy who was supposed to be smart, he’d been very dumb that time. Their marriage had been doomed from the start.

‘Hi, honey.’

Kane’s head whipped around to find a very good-looking blonde sliding seductively onto the bar stool next to him. Everything she had—and there was plenty of it—was on display. For a split-second, Kane felt his male hormones rumble a bit. Till he looked into her eyes.

They were pretty enough, but empty. Kane could never stay interested in women with empty eyes.

Natalie had had intelligent eyes.

Pity she hadn’t wanted children.

‘You look as if you could do with some company,’ the blonde added before curling her finger at the barman and ordering herself a glass of champagne.

‘Bad week?’ she directed back at Kane.

‘Nope. Good week. Not so great an evening,’ he replied, still thinking of his brother’s problems.

‘Loneliness is lousy,’ she said.

‘I’m not lonely,’ he refuted. ‘Just alone.’

‘Not any more.’

‘Maybe I want to be alone.’

‘No one wants to be alone, lover.’

The blonde’s words struck home. She was right. No one did. Him included. But divorce—even an amicable one—made a man wary. It had been fifteen months since he’d separated from Natalie, three months since their divorce had become final. And he still hadn’t found anyone new. He hadn’t even succumbed to the many offers he’d had for one-night stands.

Women were always letting him know they were available for the night, or a weekend, or whatever. But he just wasn’t interested in that kind of encounter any more. He’d been hoping to find what he thought Curtis had. A woman who wasn’t wrapped up in her career. A woman who was happy to put her job aside for a few years at least to become a career wife, and mother.

Now he wasn’t so sure if that creature existed. The sort of women he found attractive were invariably involved with their jobs. They were smart, sassy, sexy girls who worked hard and played hard. They didn’t want to become housewives and mothers.

‘Come on, lighten up a bit,’ the blonde said. ‘Get yourself another drink, for pity’s sake. That one’s history.’

Kane knew he probably shouldn’t. He hadn’t had anything to eat tonight and the whisky was going straight to his head. He wasn’t interested in the blonde, but neither did he want to go home to an empty house. He’d have one more drink with her, then make his excuses and go find a place in town to eat.