Page 7 of Playing for Keeps
Del shook his head and smiled. His sister was tenacious and nosy as hell.
“Nobody special,” he told her, even though he wondered what MercedesGirl926 really was to him. And why he couldn’t go one day without thinking about her.
“But you are texting someone?” she continued.
Del shook his head. “No. I wasn’t texting anyone.”
Camy narrowed her eyes at him. “Was someone texting you?”
“No,” he replied.
She sighed heavily. “Would you tell me if they were?”
He shook his head once more. “No.”
She pushed him again. “You always were the secretive one.”
Del laughed. The first time he’d done so all day. “And you were always the dreamy one. Please change this channel because I do not want to watch these silly holiday movies about the couple that falls in love two hours after they swore they were against falling in love.”
Camy laughed and tucked the remote under the pillow she was leaning against. “Well that’s just too bad because my television stays on this channel from late October until after New Year’s Day. Love and holiday festivities are definitely in the air!”
Del groaned and was about to say something about regretting coming over here when the sound of the ringing doorbell interrupted them.
“When I come back, I want to see something else on this television,” he said, getting up to answer the door.
“There’s nothing else on.”
“Sure, there is,” he yelled over his shoulder. “Die Hardis a Christmas movie, see if that’s on.”
“That is not a Christmas movie and I’d much rather watch a couple fall in love than Bruce Willis tossing some guy off a building,” Camy replied.
Del was about to reply that was the best part of the movie when he entered the small foyer and opened the door.
“Hey Del,” Rylan said before walking past him and into the house.
“Hey Rylan,” he spoke and closed the door.
It was getting late and while Del knew that Rylan and Camy had been best friends forever, he wondered why she was out alone at this time of night. Then he shook his head as he walked back into the living room.
“Hey, you’re just in time for the next movie,” Camy was saying to Rylan by the time Del entered the living room again.
“Oh no, girl are you still watching these silly romances,” Rylan quipped.
“Thank you!” Del said with more enthusiasm than was probably necessary. “I was just trying to tell her there had to be something else on television that we could watch.”
Rylan nodded. “Seriously, Camy, there has to be something else.”
“Why is everyone so against holidays and love? You two need to find your happy ever after, or a drink or something,” Camy said.
Del watched his sister stand and had the good sense to duck as she tossed one of the decorative pillows off the couch in his direction.
“I’m getting a drink,” she announced. “Anybody else want something?”
“Cranberry juice,” Rylan yelled.
“Beer,” Del said.
He sat on the loveseat across from the couch and looked over to ask Rylan how she was doing, but snapped his lips shut when he saw her leaning over. Actually, what he saw was the curve of her ass in jeans that looked as if they were made specifically for her. He closed his eyes immediately because, what the fuck?
