Entangled Hearts by Yahrah St. John

her other half after two weeks together but excited at the prospect of having her life to herself for the next week or more. She knew it was extremely selfish of her to ask Kenya for this gift, and the fact her twin would do this told Chynna of the depth of her love. And that even though their mother was gone, Chynna still had someone left who loved her and remembered her before all the fame and fortune got a hold of her.
    This time would be a period of self-discovery for her, a reminder that she was more than just a brand and sex symbol. Sometimes, Deacon, Fiona, Lucas and especially Eli forgot she was a real person with real feelings and emotions. They just expected her to get onstage and perform like she was some kind of circus act. Forget that she’d been on tour the better part of the last five years. Forget that she hadn’t had a real vacation, other than a few days here and there and an odd weekend with Kenya in New York.
    Chynna was looking forward to some much needed R&R; she was really looking forward to nice long hikes in the mountains. Kenya had been raving about it for the last couple of weeks, but Chynna hadn’t been interested in it until now. Now she had plenty of time on her hands to enjoy the sights and sounds without worrying about what was around the corner.
    After a quick shower, Chynna put on her khaki shorts, tank top and laced up her tennis shoes and headed for the door for whatever adventure awaited her. She hoped Kenya would enjoy hers too.

    Butterflies swarmed in the pit of Kenya’s stomach as she sat in the back of the limo. When it had arrived at the villa doorstep earlier that morning, she’d thought she’d been prepared. Dressed in one of Chynna’s designer outfits complete with miniskirt, big gold hoops, Prada shades and gold stilettos, Kenya looked just like her, but as soon as the doorbell rang, Kenya had thought about dashing.
    Even though they hadn’t always had the strongest of relationships, she’d promised Chynna she’d do this. Not to mention Chynna was offering her the chance to act out her fantasy of what it would be like to live a day in her sister’s shoes. And she wouldn’t just live a day. She would live a week. It would be the most important acting job of her entire career. Can I convince everyone in Chynna’s life that I’m the real deal?
    She was now finding out, because as she slid inside the limo, she was greeted by a strong masculine hand pulling her inside and down onto the plush leather seat beside him. When she managed to look up at who was manhandling her, she found herself staring into a pair of eyes as dark as midnight and like nothing she’d ever seen. Kenya swallowed hard.
    â€œThought I’d better come fetch you myself,” Lucas Kingston said at Kenya’s dumbfounded expression, “in case you tried to make a run for it.”
    All of Chynna’s words went out the window and Kenya snatched her arm away. “I don’t care to be manhandled.”
    â€œThen don’t run off and leave me holding the bag and making apologizes to promoters and your fans,” Lucas replied. “I don’t find your antics amusing, Chynna. You cost me a lot of money.”
    â€œThen perhaps you need to think about giving your slaves a day out of the fields, massa,” Kenya drawled.
    Lucas’s head spun around to face her, surprised by her outburst. He stared at Kenya strangely. Have I already messed this up? “Wow! Someone went away for a couple of weeks and got a smart mouth.”
    Kenya smoothed down her miniskirt, which kept rising up her thigh, much to her consternation, but obviously not to Lucas’s because he watched her discomfort and a bemused smile spread across his face. “What’s with you, Chynna?” he inquired. “I’d think you’d be hiking that skirt up a bit more for my benefit.”
    Kenya huffed and looked out the window. Never look anyone in