"That's right." "Damn, I should have known!" He sprang to his feet. "You tricked me! How does a person deal with someone who comes in triplicate? How does anyone ever know who is who is who?" He began to pace the floor, talking more to himself than to Juliet. "It's downright eerie for three people to look like one! And it's unfair to everybody else! How can I be certain you're really Juliet? You could be Olivia for all I know. Or Miranda, pretending to be Juliet pretending to be Miranda!" He looked confused and flustered and utterly incensed. Juliet tried and failed to suppress a laugh. His indignation struck her as hilarious. "You would've had a real problem with the Dionne quintuplets," she said dryly. "There were Jive of them!" He gave her a ferocious scowl. "I like to keep the players straight on my game card." "Is that a football metaphor?" she teased. Caine's scowl grew even more fierce. He stopped pacing and turned to study her with accusing amber eyes.
