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  Table of Contents

  Twins Make Four

  SEAL'd With A Kiss

  His Naughty Nurse

  Wanted

  Doctor's Orders

  Doctor's Fake Proposal

  Thank you!

  Copyright Page

  Twins Make Four

  A Mistaken Identity Secret Baby Romance

  By Nicole Elliot

  Hi Kittens!

  One night in a pub leads to a twisty happily ever after for Tobias.

  Did you read his sister’s book, Baby Makes Three?

  Get it here.

  xxx

  Nicole

  CHAPTER 1

  Scarlet

  The voices around me had all begun to melt together as I sat at the bar, beer in front of me, bored out of my freaking mind. My life had been so dull lately that I’d really been looking forward to a fun night out with friends just to break up the monotony. Initially, the prospect of going out had been exciting and I had been all for it. Before leaving my place, I’d spent hours in front of the mirror, curling my hair to perfection and making sure that I was dressed to impress. I had even applied my makeup with a little more effort than usual.

  But after getting to the pub and sitting for a couple hours, I had realized that my work had all pretty much been for nothing. There weren’t many guys out, or at least none that I found attractive. I had no interest in the older drunks who had been hitting on me all night, and the handful of guys who had managed to catch my eye were all accompanied by dates already. Not being one for drama, I had to dutifully stop my eyes from wandering in their directions.

  And then there was the atmosphere of the place in general. It seemed to be geared toward an older crowd. The lights were a little brighter than I’d expect for a night setting, and the music was slow and boring. After a whole two hours, I had yet to hear a good dancing song. Instead, there was a lot of slow and mid-tempo songs, as well as a fair share of blues. Not that I didn’t occasionally enjoy that type of music, but I just wasn’t in the mood for it at the moment and felt that if I had to listen any longer, I would fall asleep right then and there, my head slamming right on the bar top.

  As for my friends, it hadn’t taken long to figure out that they were primarily interested in simply gossiping and drinking. If I had known beforehand that they didn’t want to dance and have a good time, but rather drown themselves in liquor and vent about every annoying thing that had happened to them over the past few weeks, I probably would have declined this particular outing. Sitting at home alone and binge-watching Netflix suddenly seemed more appealing than sitting on a cold, hard bar stool drinking cheap beer and listening to stories about rude co-workers, loud neighbors, and irritating family members.

  “Scarlet? Scarlet? Hello?”

  I snapped out of my reverie, realizing that my friend Mila was speaking to me. It was hard to tell though, since everyone insisted on speaking at the same time. That was the reason I’d lost interest in the various conversations going on in the first place; they were happening simultaneously and I had exhausted myself trying to keep up. But as Mila stared at me and her lips pursed into an agitated line, I realized that whatever she was talking about was important, at least by her standards. She seemed pretty offended that I hadn’t been giving her my undivided attention.

  “Yeah?” I said, halfway feeling compelled to just smile and nod as if I had been paying attention all along. I doubted that trick would have worked on Mila though; she’d known me for too long and knew when I was or wasn’t invested in a conversation.

  “What’s your deal tonight?” she asked.

  “Huh? What do you mean?” I asked, taking a sip of my beer.

  “You were all excited about going out, and now you’re just sitting here like a bump on a log, not talking to or interacting with anyone. Not listening to anyone…”

  “Well, I thought this was supposed to be a fun night, that’s all.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Oh, so we’re boring to you now?”

  I sighed and shook my head, not wanting to be rude even though Mila had hit the nail right on the head. “No, of course not. I’m just tired, that’s all. It’s been a long week.”

  “How so?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “You know, same ol’ thing, day in and day out.”

  “You want to know what the real problem is?” Mila said, leaning in toward me as if she was about to give me the secret to understanding my own life.

  “No. What?” I said, trying not to sound exasperated. Mila had always been like this though. I’d always thought she missed her calling to be a life-coach because she always believed she knew precisely what everyone else needed to do and was more than happy to give her two-cents to anyone willing to listen. Sometimes she even gave it to people who weren’t willing to listen; it really just didn’t matter when it came to Mila. Funnily enough, she wasn’t so good at addressing her own problems. Whenever she was faced with a problem, it was somehow always someone else’s fault, by her calculations.

  “You’re isolating yourself too much,” she said, matter-of-factly. “I mean, just look at yourself right now. You come out, get all dolled up. And for what? To sit here and ignore everyone.”

  In my mind, I wanted to say that I had gotten all dolled up to dance with cute guys and have some fun, not to pretend to be riveted by her lecture. Mila was a good person deep down though, and she’d been my friend for a long time, so I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. So instead, I just took another sip of beer and furrowed my brow, feigning interest in hearing her perspective.

  She nodded, thinking that she had finally captured my full attention. “Sometimes it just seems like you don’t want to be bothered. How can you expect to get over your boredom if you never want to be bothered, Scarlet?”

  “That’s not true,” I said, actually feeling a somewhat defensive. In all honesty, I felt slightly uncomfortable because Mila may have possibly had a point. On the other hand, it was also plausible that I was a little drunk and being sensitive. It was no secret that my emotions could sometimes get the best of me when I was a little tipsy.

  “Any interesting guys in your life lately?” Mila asked.

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “You see? Ever since you broke up with—”

  “Don’t say his name.”

  “Ever since you broke up with him, you’ve lost interest. It’s like you’ve given up.”

  I sighed. “Just because I haven’t been actively dating doesn’t mean I’ve lost interest or given up. I just need time, that’s all. And hell, I know you don’t expect me to find anyone interesting to talk to in this dead-beat place! Seriously, you guys couldn’t have picked a duller spot if you tried.”

  Mila glanced toward the dancefloor, where an older couple appeared to be doing a line-dance of some sort to the dragging blues song that had just come on. She chuckled. “Okay, I’ll give you that one. But you know who picked this spot.”

  We both glanced over to the table the rest of our group occupied. Both of us looked directly at our friend Marcy, who was sipping a wine-cooler and occasionally bopping her head to the music whenever she wasn’t leaning in to share some bit of gossip or complaint to the rest of the table.

  Although Marcy was in the same age-bracket as the rest of us, she had always been old-fashioned. And while being wise beyond her years was one of her more admirable traits, whenever she came up with plans for our group of friends, she tended to pick activities that seemed more suitable for our parents than for us. I had no idea why we still gave her a turn in picking our group outings. Loyalty, I guess; we tended to be cautious about not hurting each other’s feelings.

  “I’m going outside for a smoke. Wanna come with me?” Mila asked.


  I grimaced. I hated cigarettes, and I had pleaded Mila to quit smoking more times than either of us could count. But she still hadn’t broken the habit. One of these days, I wanted to send her to a hypnotist to get her to quit.

  She laughed and shook her head. “Yeah, why did I just ask you that?”

  “Hell if I know. And I thought I was the one who was tipsy.” I turned around in my seat and sighed, contemplating if I should join the rest of our group. I hesitated, not sure if I trusted myself enough to enter their conversation. I feared the first thing out of my mouth would be, “Aren’t you guys ready to leave yet?”

  That certainly wouldn’t go over well with them. Besides, just because I was feeling irritable and cranky didn’t mean I needed to ruin everyone else’s night; there was no pride in being the party-pooper.

  Granted, my mood was not without reason. After all, I was the only one currently single. Surely that was the reason the rest of them could enjoy a girls’ night out that consisted of nothing more than sitting around, gossiping and drinking. At the end of the night, they would go home to someone they cared about and didn’t need to participate in mindless flirtatious with strangers on the dancefloor.

  I held my beer and glanced around the pub again, looking at nothing in particular when my heart suddenly skipped a beat and I felt like the floor had dropped from under me.

  At first, I’d only seen him from the corner of my eye. Yet, that was all it took to grip my attention. I blinked, taking in his thick dark hair, gray eyes, and broad shoulders. I was suddenly teleported all the way back to high school. Even the giddy feelings he’d given me back then were abruptly returning to me.

  I so easily recalled watching him walk down the halls and through the corridors. Until the day I died, I would never forget that moment when our eyes had first locked in the hallway between second and third period.

  Preston Walker.

  I’d had it bad for him. When we officially started dating, I hadn’t been able to believe my luck. He’d been my first love. So young and naïve, I’d been under the impression that we were going to be together forever. But of course, first loves weren’t meant to last. I’d had to find that out the hard way, and boy, had it been a hard lesson.

  I sighed, still watching him. He hadn’t noticed me at all. It had been so long though, I wondered if he would even notice me if he did happen to look my way. I’d grown quite a lot from the stick-figured teenager he had known me to be back then.

  He, on the other hand, still looked pretty much the same, save for the facial hair and bigger muscles.

  My face feeling overheated, I looked back to my group of friends. They were huddled around the table, still gossiping.

  Mila was outside, still having her cigarette.

  And there I was, all alone.

  Oh, what the hell? I thought, and chugged down the rest of my beer. I glanced toward Preston again, an adventurous and daring streak coming over me. I’d been looking for some fun, and felt there was a chance that I had finally found it. I’d be dumb to let the moment just pass me by…

  So I slid down from my barstool, smoothed out my slinky black dress, flipped my hair over the shoulder, and sauntered my way over to Preston Walker.

  CHAPTER 2

  Tobias

  “It’s been too long. We really have to do this more often,” I said, grinning at the guys before me.

  “Aww, bro. Don’t get all sentimental on us,” Theo said.

  “Hey, it has been a while. He’s allowed to get sentimental. As long as he doesn’t start crying on us,” Rick said with a chuckle.

  “Whatever, man,” I said, laughing as well.

  It had been so long since I’d last seen Theo and Rick. The three of us had been good friends during our years at Hullen Prep Academy, the top-notch boarding school we had attended. But as is often the case, we grew up and grew apart, and in doing so, we had lost contact with each other for the most part. Although we followed each other on social media, our interaction had remained fairly minimal over the years, and it was clear that we had all been leading very separate lives as adults. After graduating Hullen Prep, Theo had stayed in his hometown, while Rick had gone off to a community college, and I’d gone off to law school with my best friend, Anderson.

  While the four of us had hung out frequently at Hullen Prep, I had only maintained a close friendship with Anderson afterwards, especially since the two of us had created our multibillion-dollar firm together. Over the years, Theo and Rick had evidently reconnected without us, rekindling their friendship and enjoying modest success of their own.

  I had missed my friendships with Theo and Rick, occasionally even talking about them to Anderson, wondering what had become of them even though I had admittedly hadn’t made much of an effort to reconnect with them over the years. Due to the financial success Anderson and I had been enjoying, I had learned to be cautious about the kind of friends I kept around. While I took pride in the fact that money hadn’t changed me, I was well aware that it could certainly change the people around me, for better or worse. I had unfortunately learned that the hard way, considering one of my ex-girlfriends had turned out to be the epitome of a gold-digger. I had been crazy about her, even thinking that we would someday end up married and raising a family together. But then I realized she was more interested in the shopping sprees I could send her on more than she was invested in me as a person.

  “Gotta be careful about chicks like that nowadays, man,” Anderson had told me. “They’re going to be all around us now.”

  It was painful how right he had been. I had thought I would have found someone special to settle down with by now, but I’d had no such luck. Granted, my stupid fucking trust issues were partially to blame.

  “So, what you been up to, man?” Rick asked, slapping me on the shoulder.

  “Working hard,” I said, already debating in my mind how much I wanted to tell them. “I went to law school, and the rest is history.”

  “Fancy lawyer type now, huh?” Theo said, smirking. “Where you located? Downtown somewhere, right?”

  I nodded. “Yep.”

  “Cool. Hey—whatever happened to that buddy of yours? Anderson?”

  “I was just about to ask that myself,” Rick said, laughing. “You still keep up with him? What’s he up to?”

  “He’s doing good. We’re business partners, actually.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yep.”

  “So he straightened up and stopped being a class clown then?”

  I laughed. “Well, he’s always been a bit of a class clown, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have his head screwed on straight. He’s always been a lot smarter than he let on. That’s the secret to his success.”

  “Who would of thought,” Theo said.

  “I know, right,” I said.

  “Is he still a playboy?” he asked. “I remember the way he used to run through girls. It used to drive me crazy because I wanted to be him so bad! He took my crush to the homecoming dance junior year and I thought I’d never forgive him. What was that girl’s name? Dani, I think.”

  I shook my head. “Believe it or not, he’s married now.”

  Theo and Rick both gaped and swore at the same time.

  “What Wonder-Woman made the infamous Anderson Lawrence settle down? And where the hell is she? We wanna meet her!” Rick said.

  “Joanna,” I said, already knowing how floored they were going to be by that revelation.

  There was a long pause. Theo’s face twisted in confusion. “Hold up,” he said. “Joanna? Isn’t that your sister’s name?

  I nodded.

  “So he married a chick with your sister’s name?”

  “No, he married my sister.”

  He and Rick both swore again.

  Rick shook his head and leaned forward in disbelief, staring me in the eyes. “Let me get this straight, he married your sister and you’ve let him live?”

  I shrugged my shoulders and reached for my
beer. “I had a problem with it at first, but then I realized there was nothing I could really do about it. As long as he’s treating her right, who am I to complain? They’re adults. My sister is grown. She can make her own decisions. Besides, Anderson has turned out to be perfect for her. Unlike the previous losers she dated. One of those guys would have gotten me behind bars.”

  “Man,” Theo said in disbelief. He held up his glass of Scotch, gesturing for a toast. “Well, congratulations to them.”

  I toasted him with my beer. “They’ve even had a baby,” I said. “That’s why he’s not here with me now, actually. He wanted to come, but he’s a sleep-deprived new father. Sometimes he doesn’t know whether he’s coming or going.”

  Rick’s face twisted in confusion. He laughed and shook his head. “I’m trying to imagine Anderson as a father. Man, times have changed! We must be getting old, fellas.”

  I smirked and pulled out my cell phone, tapping around on the screen for pictures of my niece. “Addison Kelly Lawrence,” I said, holding the phone out to them so that they could see the infant. Addison had inherited the same dark hair as me and Joanna, but she had Anderson’s eyes. She was a beauty, to say the least. And she was one of the happiest babies I had ever seen, always smiling and laughing. In the photo, her eyes sparkled as she gave a wide and toothless grin, wearing a onesie that declared hers as a princess.

  “Oh man, she’s beautiful,” Theo said.

  I nodded. “Yeah, she is.”

  “She’s going to make Anderson crazy when she’s older,” Rick said. “He’ll be losing his mind, beating the boys off with a stick, especially since she looks so much like your sister! No offense, Toby, but your sister has always been pretty fine.”

  Hell no one had called me Toby since high school.

  “Hey, cut it out,” I said.

  Rick laughed and threw his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger!”

  Theo laughed. “Man, don’t mess with the proud uncle and protective big brother. It won’t end well for you.”