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for three people to look like one! And it's unfair to everybody else! How can I be certain you're really Juliet? You could be Olivia for all I know. Or Miranda, pretending to be Juliet pretending to be Miranda!" He looked confused and flustered and utterly incensed.
    Juliet tried and failed to suppress a laugh. His indignation struck her as hilarious. "You would've had a real problem with the Dionne quintuplets," she said dryly. "There were Jive of them!"
    He gave her a ferocious scowl. "I like to keep the players straight on my game card."
    "Is that a football metaphor?" she teased.
    Caine's scowl grew even more fierce. He stopped pacing and turned to study her with accusing amber eyes. "Are you the same one I talked to on the phone earlier?"
    Juliet nodded blithely.
    "Why did you say you were Miranda? Or do the three of you make a practice of impersonating one another?"
    "Of course not!" She paused. "Not unless it's absolutely necessary," she added defensively, avoiding his piercing eyes.
    "I'd like to know what you deem a necessity. A dinner party? Why were the three of you dressed alike last night if not for the express purpose of confusing everyone?" he asked challengingly.
    "Last night we were working. Those are the only times we dress alike. It's a gimmick we use. People seem intrigued by having identical triplets as their caterers, so our dressing alike is part of the service. It serves as a conversation piece and it boosts our business. At least it did when we first started four years ago. Our reputation has grown and we've enough steady customers now that I think maybe we could dispense with it, but—"
    "You have too much fun driving people insane by playing guess who," he finished caustically. "Which doesn't explain why you masqueraded as your sister Miranda today."
    Juliet met his gaze. "I wanted to find out what you were up to and I wanted to spare Randi the ordeal of talking to you."
    "Talking to me is an ordeal?"
    "For Randi it would be. She doesn't need to listen to you plead your brother's case. I want to spare her any more hurt by any more Saxons."
    "Your sister hurt my brother, too, Juliet. I've never seen Grant so strung out over anyone or anything."
    Juliet sniffed. "If Grant loved Randi so much, then why would he go to Richmond with another woman two weeks before his wedding?"
    "He wouldn't." Caine sat back down, frowning. "I know my brother. Grant has never been a deceitful, manipulative womanizer. Neither have I," he added with a sharp glance at Juliet.
    "And I suppose all those photos of you and Grant with beauty contestants and Hollywood starlets and professional cheerleaders—the ones you have framed and hanging on the walls of your restaurant—I suppose those are all composite pictures? Because you and Grant have never—"
    "I didn't say we haven't. . . uh, dated women. Of course we have. Hell, I'm thirty-four years old and Grant is thirty-three. We'd be pretty strange guys if we'd reached these ages without some . . . er, experience with the opposite sex. But we've never lied or cheated or hurt a woman. We've always been honest in our relationships. We never made promises or commitments. We always made it plain we wanted good times without serious involvement."
    "Maybe you're both incapable of making a serious commitment. Grant certainly blew all the promises he made to Randi. Good-time Charlies like you and Grant should stick to the Good-Time Shirleys of the world!"
    Caine heaved an exasperated sigh. "The point I'm trying to make—and the point you keep missing—is that Grant didn't break faith with Miranda. I know the facts seem incriminating, but ..." His voice trailed off and he stared into space. "Something just doesn't ring true, Juliet. I sense a setup."
    She rolled her eyes heavenward. "I think you've been watching too many nighttime soap operas on TV. We're not the Ewings and the Carringtons, Saxon. Who would want to cause trouble between Grant and Randi?"
    Caine looked thoughtful.