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    “It’s the blue house on the right,” she said as they pulled onto the street where the party was going on tonight. “But don’t park right in front. We don’t want them to see us.”
    They shouldn’t even be on the block if they didn’t want to be noticed. This neighborhood was made up entirely of older homes that were rented out to college students. No one here drove a big old truck like Nate’s.
    “Who lives here?” Nate asked.
    “A friend of Shannon’s who graduated high school last year,” Emma told him. “She and her roommates are having a party tonight and Shannon mentioned that she and Michael would stop by.” She swiveled in her seat. “Now what? You can’t go up to the door and ask to be invited in and I’m not sure peeking in the windows is a good idea.”
    “His car is here,” Nate said, pointing out the front window. “We’ll wait here.”
    “If you want my opinion,” she said. “I say you give all of this up and trust your son. I’d be happy to do what I can to take your mind off of things.”
    Nate looked at her with the weird combination of heat and resignation she’d already seen more than she liked tonight.
    “If you’re bored, you can feel free to get out.”
    “And go where?” she asked, looking around.
    “You could call one of your sisters to come get you. Or a cab,” Nate suggested. “I’ll pay.”
    He’d love that. But now she knew that he wasn’t simply frustrated with her. He was sexually frustrated. She couldn’t contain her grin at that.
    “If I leave, how will you find them when they take off from here?”
    “I’ll follow them,” he said simply.
    He was nuts. He was hot. But he was nuts.
    Emma sighed. “We’re going to have a stake out? Seriously?”
    “This way I know where they are and when they leave and where they go next.”
    “You need a hobby.”
    “I can call a cab for you right now,” he said, withdrawing his cell phone.
    “Nate, you want me to stay.” She kicked off her shoes, stretched her legs out and propped her heels on the opposite seat. “You’re going to need a character witness when the neighbors call the cops to report the stalker in the truck.”
    He looked up and down the street. “I’m not thinking this street has a neighborhood watch, you know?”
    She chuckled. “Fine. We’ll stake the house out and stalk your son. Whatever. I didn’t have anything else to do tonight.”
    He looked over. “Maybe you need a hobby.”
    “I have hobbies. But my doctor says I have to wait six more weeks to get back to them.”
    He pulled a long breath in through his nose and Emma bit her lip to keep her smile to herself. She wasn’t nearly as promiscuous as she let on, but it seemed that comments about her reported wild sexual habits riled Nate up the easiest, so she made a point of mentioning her reputation whenever possible. The comments had the same effect on her brother, but that wasn’t nearly as fun.
    “We should get in the back seat,” she said after a few moments of silence.
    He looked suspicious. “I don’t think so.”
    She glanced around the neighborhood. “Seriously. The back windows are tinted and back there it’s harder to see us anyway. We can’t just sit up here. We’re not exactly inconspicuous,” she added, using his word from earlier.
    He glanced around too. Then he muttered, “Shit.”
    She grinned and started to climb into the back of the crew cab. A truck this size had a roomy back seat but she wasn’t opposed to sitting closer to Nate.
    “For god’s sake,” she heard, then felt his hand on her butt as he pushed her over the seat. “Nice view,” he muttered.
    She grinned even bigger, glad he’d noticed. Her short skirt didn’t cover much even without things like climbing around in pickups.
    She settled into the seat on the passenger’s side and watched Nate get out of the truck and open the door to allow him to climb up into the backseat. Oh. That would have worked too, she