This was a real “how the hell will the author stick this landing and give these two idiots an HEA I can believe in” book. But Lorraine Heath can be trusted to land the damn plane. I had to suspend a lot of disbelief that a woman wouldn’t realize her beloved husband’s twin was impersonating him, but once I got past that, I loved this book. Not quite up there with the Duchess Hubt as my favorite Heath book, but close.