Page 46 of Switching Places

“And I wish I had kept them on when that lecher at Maggie’s tried his tricks. I could have stomped on his foot with the spike heel,” she mumbled, pushing away from the door and limping toward the stairs.

On a scale from one to ten, she felt the evening was a definite nine or ten.

She’d laughed, sampled Chinese and Mexican munchies, and danced so much she might never walk straight again. And more people kissed her than she even knew in Charlottesville. Some were friendly on-the-cheek greetings, several were on the lips, and one man, the lecher, had tried a bit more.

If nothing else, it had proved how well liked Lily was among her friends.

Turning on the light in her bedroom, she switched off the hall light. Tossing the sandals in the direction of the closet, she headed for the bathroom. Maybe if she soaked her feet before going to bed they’d feel better in the morning.

The phone in the kitchen rang.

It was almost three o’clock in the morning, who could be calling her? It was too early for her mother, and too late for Lily. Unless it was an emergency.

Hurrying downstairs, she reached for the phone to stop the ringing.

“Hello?”

“So if not dinner, how about breakfast?”

“Logan? Are you out of your mind? It’s the middle of the night. You’re calling me to ask me out for breakfast?”

“Well, I was too late for dinner, so thought I’d get a start on breakfast.”

“What are you doing up?” she asked suspiciously.

“Waiting to see what time you got home. Or if you even came home. Or if you came home alone.”

Blinking, Emma was speechless. How did she answer something like that?

“Of course I’d come home. Where else would I stay?”

“I’m not answering that question. Talk about a loaded gun.”

Emma leaned back against the wall, and lifted one foot. She really didn’t want to stand any more than she needed to. She was so tired.

“Thank you for the breakfast invitation, but I think it needs to be for lunch. I plan to sleep in until at least noon.”

She rotated her aching feet, even her ankles hurt.

“Then we’ll make it brunch.”

“Okay.”

She felt the urge to sleep pulling her. Could she muster enough energy to get back upstairs and change into her nightshirt?

“Cupcake?”

Maybe she could lie down on the sofa in the living room for a few minutes and sleep in her clothes. There wasn’t enough of them to be restrictive.

“Lily.”

Emma’s eyes flew open.

“What?”

She’d almost drifted off.

“I think I’m about to fall asleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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