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was sure they heard in the next county. She couldn’t believe she was the only one with a sister whose volume was stuck on “shout.” It left her clutching her head.
    “Ame, knock it off. That hurts.”
    “Sorry.” She didn’t sound sorry at all in Emily’s opinion. “So, he’s still there. What’s going on?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Sure.” Sarcasm dripped from every syllable.
    “Yes, I’m totally lying to you. I’m having hot monkey sex with a guy I met oh, maybe four or five hours ago, while my head feels like it’s going to pop right off my body,” Emily said.
    “Okay, okay, okay. I get it.” Amy paused. “So, how hot is he?”
    “He’ll come back downstairs at any time. Do we need to talk about this now?”
    “Come on,” her sister wheedled. “Throw me a bone.”
    “David’s looking for you.”
    “David is a money-grubbing moron. I can’t believe I didn’t go over there myself. You probably saw other Sharks there, too.”
    “I wouldn’t know. I’m not the football fan.”
    “Okay. There are a few things I need to tell you about.”
    Emily heard the toilet flush in the master bathroom.
    “I gotta go.”
    “Call me if you need me,” Amy said, and she hung up.

 
    Chapter Three
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    E MILY HAD BARELY enough time to hang up the cordless and flip on the TV before Brandon wandered down the stairs.
    “Hey,” he said, and he threw himself down on the couch next to her.
    His blond curls were tangled, his eyes sleepy, and she saw a pillowcase crease on his cheek. He looked completely innocent, until she saw the wicked twinkle in his eyes. Even in dirty workout clothes, he was breathtaking. She wondered if it was possible to ovulate on demand.
    “I’m guessing you took a nap,” she said.
    “I was supposed to be watching you.” He tried to look penitent. It wasn’t working.
    “Glad to know you’re making yourself comfortable,” she teased.
    He stretched his arm around the back of the couch.
    “Everything in your room smells like flowers, and your bed’s great.” He pulled up the edge of his t-shirt and sniffed it. Emily almost drooled at a glimpse of his rock-hard abdomen. Evidently, it was possible to have more than a six pack. “The guys will love my new perfume. Maybe they’ll want some makeup tips,” he muttered, and grabbed for the remote Emily left on the coffee table.
    He clicked through the channels at a rapid pace.
    “Excuse me. I had that.” She lunged for it. No such luck. Emily ended up sprawled across his lap.
    “The operative word here, sugar, is ‘had.’” He held it up in the air out of her reach while he continued to click. He’d wear a hole in his thumb if he kept this up. “No NFL Network.” She tried to sit up again, which wasn’t working well. Of course, he was chuckling at her struggles. “Oh, I get it. You’re heading for second base.”
    “Hardly.” Emily reached over and tried to push off on the other arm of the couch. One beefy arm wrapped around her. “I’m not trying to do anything. Oh, whatever.”
    “You know, if you want a kiss, all you have to do is ask.”
    She couldn’t imagine how he managed to look so innocent while smirking.
    “I haven’t had a woman throw herself in my lap for a while now. This could be interesting,” he said.
    Emily’s eyebrows shot to her hairline. “I did not throw myself in your lap.”
    “Could’ve fooled me. Which one of us is—”
    “Let go of me.” She was still trying to grab the remote, without success.
    “You’ll fall,” he warned.
    “What’s your point?”
    “Here.” He stuck the remote down the side of the couch cushion so Emily couldn’t grab it. He grasped her upper arms, righted her with no effort at all, and looked into her eyes. “All better. Shouldn’t you be resting, anyway?”
    Emily tried to take a breath. Their bodies were frozen. He held her, and she gazed into his face. His dimple appeared, vanished, appeared again. She licked her lips with the microscopic amount of