Page 116 of I Knead You Tonight

“Only because you’restillbeing a big baby about the wedding.”

Foster sighs. “Drop it, Wren.”

“Fine,” she settles. “But at least tell me who you’re out here talking about kissing. I need to know who my competition is and if I should be hitting the weights a little harder or not.”

“Drew.”

My sister’s eyes flit to me, and a grin slowly pulls across her lips. “I knew it wouldn’t take long for you two to start banging.”

The sip of water I just took comes pouring out of me, dribbling down my chin in a wet mess. “What the fuck, Wren?”

“What? I’m just saying, your sexual tension has always been palpable. You two walk around pretending to hate each other all the time when all you really want to do is…” She humps the air. “Going at it like a bunch of damn bunnies, probably. And I’m glad. It was starting to get really old.”

I shoot daggers at Foster. “Did you tell her?”

He holds his hands up in innocence. “I didn’t say a peep.”

“Wait a minute—you knew they were banging?”

“Well…” Foster grins. “I knew they werefingerbanging.”

“Foster!” I growl.

“What? If you didn’t want people to know, you shouldn’t have snuck off during a damn baby shower to get down and dirty.”

Wren gasps. “Oh my god. You twobangedat the baby shower?”

“No.”

“They werefingerbanging.”

“Goddammit, Foster!” I shove him off the tailgate, and his laughing form crumples to the ground.

My shoulder pops—loudly.

Pain shoots up and down my arm, all the way to the tips of my fingers.

It’s bad. Worse than it’s ever been before.

Tears spring to my eyes and I try to blink them back, not wanting to cry in front of Foster and Wren.

Maybe they didn’t even hear it.

“Was that what I think it was?”

Wren’s eyes are on mine, and they’re full of fire.

Okay, so maybe they did hear it.

“Dude, Winston, that can’t be natural, man,” Foster says, pushing himself up off the ground, staring at me with the pity I hate so much.

“It’s not,” I say, rubbing at my shoulder. “But I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.Thatis not fine. Your eyes wouldn’t be all bloodshot right now like you’re trying not to cry if you were fine.”

“Let it go, Wren.”

“No, dammit! I won’t.” She stomps toward me, not stopping until her knees are touching mine. She has one hand on her hip, and the other is pointing a finger in my face. “You need help, Winston. You need to get back to your doctors becausethatis not okay. If you aren’t going to do it for yourself, at least do it for the girl you’re in love with.”

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