Page 11 of Blitzing Emily

With more than a little trepidation, Emily told Amy her tale of woe. For once Amy listened without interrupting, except the few times that she gasped.

“Brandon drove me home.”

“Brandon.Brandon McKenna?”

“That’s what I said. Please don’t yell.”

“Where is he now?”

Emily knew that if she didn’t confess, Amy would get in the car and come over to find out for herself.

“Upstairs watching TV,” she finally admitted.

Amy let out an “Oh, my God” Emily 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

EMILY HAD BARELYenough 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.

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