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least one of my sisters. That’s it.”
    â€œThat’s it?” He didn’t believe it for a minute. “If you’re not engaged and you’re not seriously dating, then you must have come off a breakup. Right?”
    â€œWhere did you get that idea? I’m not the dating type.”
    â€œI don’t believe that.”
    â€œSure you don’t, because nobody is more boring in this entire world than I am. Wait, there might be someone up in, maybe, Alaska, far up in the tundra, if there is tundra in Alaska—what do I know? Whoever that poor person is has probably expired from inactivity. Everyone else on the planet has a more exciting life than me.”
    â€œNow, I might have to disagree with you. My life could be more boring than yours.”
    â€œImpossible. For example, I’m about to do my favorite thing, and it tends to outbore anyone.”
    â€œLet me guess. You were reading a book.”
    â€œHow did you know?”
    â€œI know about the family bookstore.”
    Okay, it wasn’t a sign or anything, Aubrey thought, but coincidence. She’d always wanted to find a man who understood her love of reading, although clearly William wasn’t the answer to that prayer. As if! “I think there’s nothing more exciting on earth than reading, but my sisters say that’s the real reason I’ll never get a date. I think books are the epitome of excitement, but not many guys do.”
    â€œWell, I don’t know about those other men, but I say it’s a good way to spend time. What are you reading?”
    â€œAnthony Trollope. And before you say, who—”
    â€œA popular English author who was a contemporary of Dickens. I’m in the middle of reading A Tale of Two Cities. It’s my evening entertainment.”
    â€œNo. You’re kidding me.”
    â€œNope. You’re not the only one with a love of old and very thick books.”
    What did she say to that, other than it made him just about perfect?
    â€œHow do I tell you that I’m reading my way through the entire Penguin Classics library?” He chuckled. “You’re speechless. See? It’s true. I make you look like a social butterfly.”
    â€œThat’s a picture.” One she couldn’t imagine. “Me, a social butterfly? I don’t think so. Thatwould be my twin. She’s got the gift. She’s always been extroverted, so I’ve always let her—”
    â€œYou’re a twin?”
    â€œYep. I’m the oldest by three minutes.”
    â€œAre you two identical?”
    â€œYes and no. We look exactly the same, but our personalities couldn’t be more different.”
    â€œThen I might be talking to your sister right now and think it’s you.”
    â€œNo one has ever mistaken me for Ava, unless they didn’t know us at all. Trust me, even if we’d wanted to deceive someone like that, as wrong as that would be, no one would believe it.”
    â€œAre you two really that different?”
    â€œNight and day. Where Ava got all the social ability, I got all the common sense, which isn’t thrilling depending on your point of view.”
    â€œCommon sense is an admirable quality.”
    Aubrey rolled her eyes. Notice how he wasn’t interested in her, as in a romantic thing? That’s how men saw her, she’d learned, as the plain and practical one. Sure, it was always good to have basic common sense, but was she the one with an engagement ring on her finger? No. “Easy for you to say. I thought someone who proclaims himself to be boring might understand.”
    â€œYou see, I like boring. It’s not a liability.”
    â€œSays the man who spends his Friday evenings reading.”
    â€œI have my reasons, but I still don’t see why a woman like you is home alone on a weekend night.”
    An arrow to her heart. Aubrey scanned the apartment’s living room. Although she’d