Andrea."
"I'm not out to impress the man, I'm trying to interview him."
"It doesn't hurt to look good," Sandra Blain replied. "Alexander Donovan would be a very good catch."
"I'm not trying to catch him. He's not my type."
"A handsome millionaire isn't your type?" her mother asked in astonishment. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. He's a player, Mom. All those guys are."
"He might not be."
"You're always such an optimist when it comes to men."
"And you're a pessimist."
She had good reason to be.
"I ran into Douglas the other day," her mom continued. "He and Cassie just had a baby."
"Great." The last person she wanted to talk about was her ex-boyfriend.
"They seem quite happy together. But I still think he should have married you."
"Well, he didn't. And if you want grandchildren, I'd work on Laurel." She grinned at her sister, who stuck her tongue out at her. "I really have to go, Mom."
"Just give Alexander Donovan a chance," her mother pleaded.
"The only thing I want from Alexander Donovan is a good cover story that will take my career to the next level."
"You and your career," her mom said with a sigh. "You're just like your father. I never understood him, and I never seem to understand you."
"Well, at least you have one daughter you do understand," she said lightly, feeling a little pain at her mom's words. "I'll talk to you later."
She ended the call and tossed her phone down on the coffee table.
"Mom called you about the bridal shower, didn't she?" Laurel asked with a knowing smile.
She smiled back at her twin. She and Laurel were fraternal twins, and while they loved each other to death, they looked nothing alike. Laurel had brown hair and blue eyes and was three inches taller and quite a bit bustier. Laurel was also a girly girl. She loved make-up, clothes, going shopping and having parties. While she enjoyed her job as a recruiter for a tech company, she was much more interested in her upcoming wedding and her plans for marriage and a family with her soon-to-be husband Greg than she was in her job.
Andrea took a sip of her coffee as she sat down in the chair across from Laurel. "Mom is worried that I'm not going to plan your shower."
"Well, you're not, are you?" Laurel asked, giving her a pointed glance. "I figured you were going to let Mom do it."
"She'll do it whether I want her to do it or not, but I should get more involved. It's not that I don't want to. I want you to have the perfect shower, bachelorette party, wedding—the whole shebang. I know I've been a little crazed with work, but I promise to put all of your events on the front burner as soon as I get through this weekend of interviews."
"I'm not worried."
"Really? Then why are you here so early in the morning?"
"I wanted to ask you something."
The serious note in her sister's voice surprised her. "Okay. Go ahead."
"Do you think I'm crazy for marrying Greg without having had a few more serious relationships?"
"You're having doubts about Greg?" she asked slowly, taken aback by the question. Laurel had been in love with Greg since their first date six years ago.
"The doubts are more about me. I'm twenty-seven years old, and I've been with Greg since I was twenty-one. I haven't been single in the city like you and the rest of our friends. Sometimes I listen to everyone's dating adventure stories and wonder if I'm missing out."
"Of course you're missing out. You're missing out on a lot of losers. It's not all that great to be single, Laurel." She paused. "What's really the problem?"
"I don't know," she said with a sigh. "I just feel jittery. And for some reason when Kate told me you were going out with a sexy billionaire, I felt kind of—jealous."
"It wasn't a date. It was an interview. You're all making this out to be more than it is. And I think you and Greg are perfect together. He wants everything you want. He accepts you for who you are. And he's a good man with a good heart. Plus, you've been hot for him since your
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