Page 6 of Breaking Emily's Rules
“True, I’m not a vegetarian. But I don’t bite unless I’ve known you for at least a month.”
Someone get me the smelling salts. “A whole month?”
“Yep,” he said with a grin as the song ended.
The longest dance in history had ended. Time to get Molly home. Besides, if I didn’t get out of his arms, the rest of my resolve might weaken. Maybe all I needed was one night with a man like this to help me forget the way Greg had humiliated me, and this guy would do it, no question about it.
Too bad I wasn’t that kind of girl. Rules were in place for a reason. “I need to get my sister and get her home.”
“Are you sure?” He lifted my chin so it was inches away from his lips, and his warm breath reached me.
I wasn’t sure of anything as I stared into those eyes. They were kind eyes, and not the eyes of a man on the prowl, which made him all the more confusing. I could kiss him, if I was a different woman. If I wasn’t Emily Parker, currently researching my family tree, and if I was willing to forget who I was for a second, I could. Maybe. Might even let him kiss me. In another life.
It wasn’t going to happen tonight. I pivoted out of his arms and turned in time to see the back of Molly’s head.
Leaving the bar with Thomas.
CHAPTER2
Emily
“Molly!” I headedafter my sister. No way would this happen under my watch. Molly had obviously had too much to drink and ignored her promise. Either that or she’d lost her ever-lovin’ mind.
A man was the last thing Molly needed right now. She used men to distract her from the real work she had to do on herself. Sooner or later Molly would have to face the mess she’d left behind.
I stomped through the couples on the dance floor, and they parted like the Red Sea. I thought I heard some of their whispers:
There she goes, and she’s mad. Boy, I tell you, she almost looks like Molly right now.
I mean, there’s no way you can keep it inside for so long. Before you know it, blast, you’ve got a disaster on your hands.
Yes, sir, Emily’s about to let someone have it. Should we go watch?
I threw open the bar’s side door and spied Molly about to get into Thomas’s car. A few quick purpose-filled strides and I stood next to Thomas’ old beat-up Ford.
“Where are you going?” I grabbed Molly’s arm.
“She’s going home with me.” Thomas bowed. The smell of tequila nearly knocked me off my feet. He sure wasn’t driving my sister, or anyone else.
“No, she’s not. She promised me. Right?” I pulled at Molly on one side, and Thomas pulled on the other.
“Sorry, mister, but I have a sister.” Molly swayed a bit to the right, demonstrating her own level of intoxication.
“Why you gotta be such a killjoy?” Thomas tapped my shoulder hard enough to make me wince. “If you don’t want to have any fun, that’s your business. But don’t ruin it for Molly.”
“You should take your hand off her right now,” a voice said from behind me.
I turned. All the planes of Stone’s face were set in hard lines, his jaw rock hard. He looked different. Still dangerous, but in a whole other kind of way.
“What did you say, buddy?” Thomas sidled up to Stone, clenching a fist in the air.
“The lady is not going home with you. And you’re not going anywhere until you sleep it off.”
“That’s right. Thank you.” Finally, someone had come to my aid instead of the other way around.
He shot me a hot look I felt down to the heels of my boots. Not to mention how it began to melt my shield.
While I tried to take my focus away from his lips and back to the matter at hand, a flying fist seemed to come out of nowhere and connect with Stone’s jaw.
