Isla stood at the table, her heart racing as she tried to process what she had just seen. The man at the bar looked strikingly similar to Liam—his dark hair, strong jawline, and confident demeanor were all too familiar. It was impossible, she thought. No other man could look as good as Liam. Yet here was someone who could be his twin, and the sight sent a wave of confusion through her.
She excused herself from the poker game, her curiosity piqued. “I’ll be right back,” she told Liam, who nodded, his focus still on the cards in front of him. As she made her way through the crowd, her heart pounded in her chest. What was she doing? Why did she feel compelled to investigate this look-alike?
As she approached the bar, she could see the man more clearly. He was leaning against the counter, a drink in hand, and speaking to a stunning woman who looked like a Russian supermodel. Her long legs and striking features made her stand out, and Isla felt a pang of insecurity wash over her.
“Listen,
