Free My Sister's Boyfriend (The Trouble With Twins 1) by Sylvia McDaniel

moment we left the club."
    Jennifer started laughing. "The horizontal mambo?"
    "Yeah, we got to his car and this guy sprouted more hands than an octopus. But what really clenched my take-me-home line was when he said, 'You know you want me.'" She grimaced. "Ugh, talk about taking me from interested to repulsed in 2.5 seconds. I quickly decided he had nothing I wanted."
    Jennifer sat back in the chair, laughing at her twin. "That's bad." 
    Julia sighed and ran her hand through her rumpled hair. "So much for my latest dating fiasco. How about you? How's Dr. Dangerous?"
    Jennifer stood and walked around the table. Brent Moulton was a hazardous subject in many ways. "He’s had the chicken pox. But he’s due back to the hospital on Monday."
    “He hasn’t called?”
    “No.”
    "I thought you said you had a great time the night you went out."
    "I did."
    "What happened?"
    How did she sum up his retreat, his eagerness upon learning of the pediatrics wing project, their fight over the bachelor auction, and then her Florence Nightingale act without appearing totally whacked?
    Yet it was hard to remain distant from him after the night she’d taken him homemade soup and nursed his illness. Seeing him miserable and alone had touched her, and she’d spent the evening taking care of him. An unusual bonding experience…but there it was.
    That night she’d seen a side of Brent that left her questioning every negative thought she’d had about the man. He’d seemed genuine, and she’d enjoyed being with him.
    And now she didn’t know how to respond to her sister’s question.
    "We work together. Dating him could become awkward. Maybe you should date him."
    "Me?" Julia said with surprise. She cocked her head, studying Jennifer. "Two weeks ago you were practically foaming at the mouth for him, and now you're telling me to date him?" Julia's eyes were focused, studying her sister. "When are you going to tell me the real reason you're avoiding Brent?"
    Jennifer swallowed the lump in her throat and tried not to act surprised at her sister's keen perceptiveness.
    "How come you never wanted Brent?"
    "It’s been fifteen years, Jennifer! At the time, I had a crush on Robert Cabot. Dating Brent was something to pass the time until Robert called."
    "So instead, I went in your place."
    "Hey, you suggested the switch and I thought why not? I wanted to go with Robert, and you seemed eager to go with Brent." Julia frowned at Jennifer.
    “I thought that maybe you would want to go out with him now,” Jennifer said, watching her sister carefully.
    Julia made a face. “Are you crazy? He was not my type in high school. Why has Brent Moulton suddenly become so important?”
    Jennifer sighed and sat down. There was so much to confess about that night. "Did you realize that I considered myself in love with him in high school?"
    Now her sister looked shocked.
    "You thought you were in love with Brent?" her sister asked, her blue eyes wide. "In high school? Why didn't you tell me?"
    "I was too afraid you cared for him. And what did I know about love? I wasn't certain."
    Julia stared at her in surprise. "I had no idea. I thought you were just taking my place. I had no idea that you loved him. Well, that was years ago and you're over it now." She gazed at Jennifer, a frown creasing her brow. "You are over it, right?"
    The time had come to confess everything to her sister. "There's a bigger complication. There's something I've never told you."
    Julia's eyes darkened, adding depth to her frown. "Should I brew another pot of coffee?"
    "No, we don't have time, and you might be tempted to dump the hot water on me." Jennifer took a deep breath, trying to give herself a quick shot of courage.
    Motormouth Julia sat quietly waiting, which was not a good sign. How could she admit to her sister that she'd been jealous of her all those years ago? That her jealousy and infatuation with Brent possessed her to act stupidly?
    "For so long, I believed I was in love with