have the need to touch and be touched。〃 He took her hand between his
two。 Anne refused to be distracted。 〃Are there other twins in the
family？〃
He shook his head。 〃Just Liz and me。〃
〃Liz？〃 A bell rang。 She smiled when Mitch realized his slip。 〃Hmmmm 。。。
Liz；〃 she repeated with an accusing lilt。
He grew sheepish。 〃Now you know my secrets。〃
〃That was Liz with you at the restaurant before Christmas。〃
〃Uh…huh。〃
〃Is she married？〃
〃It didn't work out。 But lately she's been seeing a nice guy。〃
〃What does she do with her music？〃
〃Actually； she's more a harpist than a pianist。〃
〃Beautiful！〃 Anne exclaimed。
〃Not while she was first learning；〃 he muttered。
Anne gave him a nudge。 〃You're jealous of her talent。〃
〃Maybe。〃 He raised her hand and kissed her fingers in true continental
style； then left her alone to rest。
That night Anne had a nightmare。 It was more frightening than any she'd
had since she'd been a child。 Bolting upright in bed； drenched in a cold
sweat； she struggled to catch her breath until Mitch's arms came around
her。
〃What is it； honey？〃 he asked in alarm。 The room was dim； bathed eerily
in the blue light of the moon as it spilled over the snow in the yard。
〃A nightmare。 Oh； God； it was awful。〃 She trembled in spite of his
steadying hold。
〃Want to tell me about it？〃
〃It's that cour