Sanders?” Cole kept his gaze on the page proof spread out on his desk. “Hmm? What is it, Noralee?” “How do you know when you fall in love?” “What?” His head jerked up. “What did you say?” Noralee scuffed her leather heels against the bottom rung of her stool. “I said,” she repeated, annoyance coloring her voice, “how do you know when you fall in love?” Cole stared into his typesetter’s guileless brown eyes. “Well, uh...” “My sister, Edith, she’s my twin, she says your head goes all fuzzy and your heart doesn’t beat right.” “She does, does she?” “Yeah. And she says your hands shake and—” “Noralee, you shouldn’t believe everything your sister tells you. Just ask yourself, how would she know?” “Oh, Edith says she knows everything.”