shit!”
“Exactly.”
“Don’t they realize that’s kind of weird for you and Will?”
“They don’t exactly know we’re seeing each other.”
Lynda looked at Evelyn, narrowing her eyes. “Why?”
“Because it was kind of fun to have a secret. And I feel like Will is the only person I can really be myself with, and I didn’t really want to share that with anyone else. Like my mother.”
“What does Will have to say about all this?”
“Well, he’s been wanting to come clean for a while. He thinks I’m crazy—or stupid—for hiding so much from my mom.”
“Wait a minute. You have a gorgeous, smart guy who doesn’t want to keep your torrid relationship a secret anymore, and you’re hesitating why?”
“It’s going to sound crazy, but the secret is part of the fun. Think about it—when he and his dad move in, I’ll be able to sneak into his room.”
“You’re planning to sneak into your stepbrother’s room?”
“Absolutely.”
“That sounds kinda sick, to be honest.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Um, yeah.” Lynda shook her head. “That’s like borderline incest, isn’t it?”
“No! It’s not like we’re related. It’s not even like we grew up together.”
“I don’t know. Sounds like more trouble than it’s worth. I think you should just tell your mom.”
“Hm. I wonder though…” Evelyn’s voice trailed off.
“What?”
“What if they didn’t end up getting married? If I could somehow convince my mom that it’s a bad idea?”
“No way. You cannot sabotage your mother’s relationship.”
“It wouldn’t be sabotage, exactly. I just might point out the fact that she said she’d never get married again after my father died. It nearly killed her to lose him, and she’s just setting herself up for more heartache.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”
Evelyn stood up. “If they don’t get married, then he’s not my stepbrother. There won’t be any reason for things to change, and we can just all go on living our lives.”
“You mean go on lying to your mother.”
“It sounds so ugly when you put it that way, Lynda.”
“It is ugly.”
“I’m not going to break them up. I’m just going to encourage her to be cautious.”
“Evelyn, be honest with yourself. This has nothing to do with your mother and everything to do with you. You’ll be much happier if you stand up for yourself and are honest.”
“Jesus, you sound just like Will.”
“Smart guy. Listen, I’m going to hit the treadmill. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Yeah.”
Evelyn sat on the bench after Lynda left, refusing to think about her advice. It was easier to focus on anything other than her own life.
After Evelyn threw her stuff in her bag, she called William to see where they could meet. She was hot, sweaty, and horny as hell. He told her the coast was clear at his place, so she headed straight there.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted her when she walked in.
“I’m all sweaty and gross. Mind if I shower before dinner?”
“Of course not. Healthy fare tonight,” he said. “Salmon, quinoa, and asparagus.”
“That sounds like heaven. I’ll be back.” Evelyn headed down the hallway toward the bathroom, dropping her bag on the floor and shucking her gym clothes. She adjusted the water and sighed with relief when she stepped underneath the hot spray. When she heard the bathroom door open, she smiled. “Need a shower too?” she asked, watching through the wavy glass block as William dropped his jeans.
“I’m merely here to help out,” he said, joining her in the shower. “I thought you might need someone to wash your back … or your front.”
“How considerate of you.” Evelyn got her hair wet and opened her eyes, enjoying the sight of water running down William’s lean, muscled body. “You know, I was talking to Lynda today at the gym. She’s got the hots for you.”
“Hm,” William said, reaching for a washcloth. “You’re more my
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