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so far she had succeeded in that until tonight.
    When she saw those full, inviting, delicious looking lips of his that seemed like they could transport a woman to heaven with one single kiss, she had to fight extremely hard not to lose her resolve. But then he threw her for a loop when he opened his dirty mouth and started to move beneath her. Within seconds he had her insides burning with desire, and she had to bite her lip to keep from panting.
    Emma glanced at her wristwatch when the cab stopped outside of her apartment building. It was just past two a.m. and she wondered if Lizzy was back from her date. She’d better be.
    As Emma got out of the cab she straightened her pencil skirt and blouse making sure that there was no trace of her night as a working stripper. It had been a slow night, but she was thankful for that in a way. After her heated show with Mr. Blake, she was too flustered to go on anyway.
    When she stepped into her apartment she saw that Lizzy’s purse was on the side table next to the door. Another thing Emma was thankful for—her sister was home safely. Just about to head down the hall, Lizzy came walking out of the kitchen holding a glass of milk.
    “Is this the time to get home?”
    Emma snorted. “Am I not the older sister here?”
    “Then why am I not the one sneaking in after two a.m. in the morning?”
    “Because you’re not the one with a job yet.” Emma crossed her arms in front of her chest. “How was your date with Tray?”
    “Good. We had dinner and saw a movie, and he had me home before midnight. Does that score him a few extra points with you?”
    “Major points.” Emma smiled. “Well, I’m exhausted.” She pulled off her shoes and walked over to Lizzy, placing a loving kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
    “Emma?”
    “Yeah?” She turned back to face Lizzy.
    “Do you think that if Dad had known it would turn out this way, that he would have still married her?” Lizzy looked down at the floor while clutching her arms tightly around her chest.
    Even though Emma and Lizzy had both lost their parents, Emma felt sorrier over Lizzy’s loss than her own. Emma had at least experienced a few years of happiness with their parents—times when the halls of their home had been filled with laughter and love. Lizzy had none of that. She never knew their mother, and their father just wasn’t the same man after their mother had passed. Which is probably why Emma felt the strong urge to protect Lizzy now, to give her everything she could, trying to make up for what Lizzy had lost.
    “No. I don’t think Dad would have married Lillian if he knew that she would do what she did.”
    Lizzy turned her head to the side, and Emma knew she was avoiding eye contact, which meant that she was close to tears.
    “Lizzy?” Emma walked over to her. “Dad was lonely. He had two girls he needed to take care of. Lillian used that, and she played him like a drum.”
    “I know that. But why couldn’t he have seen her for what she was then? We could.” Lizzy tried to mask her heartache with anger, and Emma placed her hands on Lizzy’s shoulders.
    “I don’t know. But what I do know is that he loved us, and he never would have done anything to hurt us.”
    “But he did!” Lizzy cried and pulled Emma’s hands off her shoulders. “He did hurt us. He hurt us by leaving us behind with her and that bitch of a daughter of hers.”
    “Elizabeth—”
    “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? That I don’t know where you sneak off to every Saturday night?”
    Emma suddenly felt ill, her stomach dropping to the soles of her feet.
    “I know what you’re doing, Emma. And I also know why you’re doing it,” Lizzy said softly without sounding judgmental. “I know that you dance for money, so that I can stay in law school.”
    What Emma had feared would happen, finally did. She had tried so hard to keep everything a secret from Lizzy, to protect her from all this hurt