Page 25 of My Twin Sister's Extremely Famous and Incredibly Hot Neighbor

“Thank you.”

The live band begins playing “All of Me” by John Legend, and a few couples move to the dance floor. Dustin glances in that direction, then turns to me. “Do you want to dance?”

Maybe concentrating on moving my feet in the right ways will help me focus and forget about the people. “Sure.”

Dustin leads me to the corner of the dance floor, and I love how he instinctively knows I don’t want to be in the middle. He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me to him, taking my hand. He starts to sway to the music, slow and rhythmic.

All kinds of feelings surface in me. The fluid way he glides to the music is soothing, and I’m safe in his arms. My body reacts to being so close to him, enveloped in his scent. My heart races and my hormones scream at me. This man is all muscle.

He leans down. “Still doing okay?” His voice is low, and his breath tickles my cheek.

He’s somehow created a bubble just for us, and this dance seems intimate even though we’re in a room full of people. “Yes, I’m okay.”

“Tell me, why did you decide to go into acting?”

Luckily, I know this answer. “Because of Audrey Hepburn.”

“Really?” His thumb grazes over my back and shivers go up my spine.

“I’m serious. My aunt was in love with old movies. I grew up watchingBreakfast at Tiffany’sandMy Fair Lady. I adored Audrey and wanted to be just like her when I grew up. That’s what first sparked my interest in Hollywood.”

“Now I understand why you’d want to meet Cary Grant. I grew up on those movies, too. My parents loved films from that era. They don’t make movies like that anymore.”

“I agree. Those are some of the best films.”

Dustin smiles down at me. “And what sparked your interest in painting?”

That’s easy to answer. “When I was five my father took me to an art museum. It was just him and me, and I felt so special, so grown up. I fell in love with the beautiful landscapes. The mountains and trees seemed to leap right off the paper. My father seemed so impressed with the paintings, and I knew I wanted to create beauty like that. I wanted him to be impressed with me.”

“He must be.”

Tears prick at my eyes, and I have to blink to stop them from falling down my face. I hadn’t meant to bring him up. I hadn’t even realized he was so tied in with my desire to paint.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just…” I shake my head to try to clear away the pain. “He’s not a part of my life anymore.”

“I’m so sorry.” His hand presses firmly on my back, pulling me even closer.

“It’s okay. Normally I’m not emotional about it.”

After a few minutes of swaying to the music, Dustin leans close. “So, you have no contact with him?”

“No. And the only photo I have of him is on my phone.”

Dustin sucks in a breath. “Oh, Jera.”

The way he says my sister’s name sends a wave of sadness through me. The words, “I’m not Jera,” form on my lips, but I can’t say them. I’m supposed to be Jera right now. This is my one job, and I can’t mess it up for my sister. But what I wouldn’t give to hear him say, “Oh, Mackenzie.”

I sigh and put my head on his shoulder. It feels so nice to be close to him. I don’t want this dance to end.

“Jera!”

I jerk around at the sound of my sister’s name and see Luke Carter striding toward me, his nostrils flaring.

CHAPTER13

Luke grabs my arm and jerks me away from Dustin. “Jera, what are you doing?”

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