Evelyn’s hip as he kissed her back, unable to pull himself away. “I want you, too. If they’re not gone, then tell them we’re going out, going to the movies or something.”
Evelyn reached around and put her hand on William’s ass, pulling him closer. “I have to get to the gym for the class with the guest coach they brought in, but I’m free after that. Let’s figure out where they’re going to be so we can continue this later. I want you deep inside me, Will. I want us to be even closer than a real brother and sister.” She kissed him passionately, playing with his tongue, and biting his lower lip as she pulled away.
“You’re acting like this mess actually turns you on, Evelyn.”
“Would that be so bad?”
***
“Goddammit!” Evelyn pounded her fist on the mat. Rolling onto her back, she relaxed, turning to face the woman who towered above her. “How do you do that? Every single time!”
Lynda laughed and wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Practice. And lots of it.”
“I feel like no matter what I do, what I try, you just wiggle away and the next thing I know I feel like a bone’s about to break or I’m about to lose consciousness.”
“Yeah. That’s a pretty accurate description.” She extended a hand to Evelyn to help her to her feet. “You are getting better, though. The first time I sparred with you, you had no game.” She rubbed her shoulder, where a bruise was already starting to appear. “Now, you’re landing a few kicks here and there. And you made it longer before you tapped out this time.”
“I guess that is progress.” Evelyn’s smile was huge and revealed just how much she enjoyed testing the limits of her body in the gym. “So what did you think of the guest coach session?”
“I think he’s great. He sure thought you had potential.”
The two women headed toward the bench along the wall between the locker rooms, stopping to refill their water bottles. They sat, leaning against the concrete block wall, watching one of the older members of the gym working the speed bag.
“I wish I’d been in a better frame of mind,” Evelyn admitted. “I think I could have gotten a lot more out of the workshop. As it was, I was a little distracted.”
“What’s on your mind? It’s not like you to lose your focus, especially not in a class that cost extra.”
“So I told you I’ve been seeing Will.”
“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind going a couple of rounds with him myself—if you weren’t seeing him, of course.”
“Things are really cool with him. I can be myself, and he still likes me.”
Lynda looked at Evelyn as if she’d lost her mind. “Why wouldn’t you be yourself?”
“You don’t know my mother. Little miss prim and proper every second of every day. Women should be polite, discreet, and professional. Like always.”
“I get it when you’re on the clock, but a girl’s gotta unwind, right?”
“Not according to Ella. She’s never rattled. Always perfect. And sometimes it’s just too much to live up to.”
“She can’t be all that bad, Evelyn. She supports you, right? She’s putting you through school and just wants you to be successful, right?”
“The problem is she can’t see anything other than a business degree—working in an office and wearing a suit every day—as being successful.”
“Well, you’re going for a business degree, right?”
“Yeah, but only because I can’t figure out how to tell her that’s not what I want to do.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know exactly, but I think I want to go into some kind of physical therapy—maybe sports rehab or something.”
“So just tell her. It’s your life.”
“You sound like Will.”
“So he’s hot and smart. Killer combination.”
“Well, William’s part of the problem now. So my mom has been casually seeing Will’s dad—or at least I thought it was casual. This morning they told us they’re getting married.”
“Holy