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property with the fall color at its peak, lining the shores and reflected on the clear, smooth surface of the lake.
    “I guess I’m partial to my photo,” he grinned.
    “It is incredible, definitely a contender.” Turning, she studied him. So much like his twin. From the way they walked to the way they both tended to run a hand through their hair when frustrated to the rich sound of their laughter, it was clear they were twins. But there were subtle differences, she was learning. Riley liked to think about things, to take his time before answering or making a decision. Frank tended to go with the flow, a little more easy-going than his brother. But, at the same time, something told Susan Frank might be the more softhearted of the two. Frank also seemed to have more patience as evidenced by him sitting with her for hours teaching her how to set up and manage a website. She couldn’t picture Riley sitting still for so long. It fit, she figured. A photographer needed patience, needed to be willing to wait for the perfect shot. For a contractor, on the other hand, it wouldn’t do to spend much time waiting.
    Physically, there were differences as well. Susan had seen pictures of the two as children when they had been, in her opinion at least, identical. Now, as men, each had his own look. Where Riley’s brown hair leaned toward auburn, Frank’s was a slightly lighter shade, with, she noticed, a few golden tints. Susan guessed their heights would be within a fraction of an inch of the other but Riley had a few pounds on his brother. Frank’s face had sharper angles; Riley’s was fuller. The eyes, however, were identical in their dark, almost navy blue, intensity.
    She noticed him looking at her, probably wondering why she was staring. “Frank, I really can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done. The pictures you’re taking of the inn as it moves through different phases of reconstruction are amazing. I’m going to use them on the website and also plan on having some framed to hang once the place is done. And now you’re helping me get my website up and running…it’s just so much. I am truly grateful.”
    “No problem. Since I went through setting up my website not that long ago, it only makes sense I pass on what I learned. Besides, you gave me your okay to use some of the photos in my advertising, that helps me out, too.” He seemed to debate with himself for a moment before continuing. “There’s another project I’ve been tossing around in my head and I may ask you for permission to use some of the before and after photos I’m taking of the inn for that, as well.”
    “Oh, of course. What is it?” she asked. Then backing off some, added, “Or don’t you want to talk about it yet?” She didn’t want to push too hard but, as usual, curiosity was eating at her.
    “It’s in the very beginning stages, I haven’t even mentioned it to my family. There’s this magazine, a very famous one, that approached me about submitting some photos as a sort of audition for a feature they’re doing on restoring and reviving old farmhouses and barns, like what you’re doing here. The editor who contacted me said he had come across my work from an advertising shoot I did a year or so ago, that brought him to my website, and when he saw the early photos I took of your place, he contacted me. If they want me, and if I do it, it could open up a lot of doors.”
    “That’s fantastic, Frank. You must be so excited.” She couldn’t miss the guarded look in his eyes. “But you’re not sure you want the exposure?” she guessed.
    “I’m not sure. If they like my work, I’d be traveling all around the country collecting photographs for their story. It’s an incredible opportunity. Not only would I be on their radar for future projects, but having my name attached to this publication would virtually ensure I’d be known in all the biggest photography circles.”
    “Which would mean leaving Misty Lake,