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he’s definitely got some sexy going on. Did you see that dimple?”
“Dimple?” Phoebe noticed that the man hadn’t cracked a smile, so no—she hadn’t seen any such thing on Ethan. It didn’t help that Lach had this magnetism about him, as if he had his own planetary pull that kept her attention focused on him like gravity. She needed to depolarize him. “I didn’t notice, but he’s a little old for you, isn’t he? Dad mentioned he was around my age.”
“Old? I’m in my mid-twenties, so I’d hardly classify him as being outside my window. Anyway, he seems fascinated by this woman named Fallon, not that he would admit it. I think she works for the FBI or something.” Kimmie sat cross-legged on the couch, a bundle of perpetual energy that Phoebe was in awe of. “He got a text from her while I was talking to some classmates. Our teacher got food poisoning and cancelled class at the last minute.”
“You are just a wealth of information.” Phoebe finally got enough oomph to get up from the couch to pour herself a glass of wine. She went about trying to remember what she’d done with the wine knife as she pulled a fresh glass from the rack. She didn’t bother to offer any to Kimmie. Her sister wasn’t much of a drinker and she preferred her vile tasting carbonated waters to the sophisticated taste of wine. “Ethan just happened to volunteer this information?”
“Let’s just say I read between the lines.”
“You mean you read the text over his shoulder,” Phoebe corrected, knowing how Kimmie operated. Ethan would be pulling his hair out by the time his detail ended. “He’ll never look at his phone with you around again.”
“He said something similar, if I remember correctly.” Kimmie made a face and then pulled her brown hair over her shoulder, playing with the strands. Her eyes zeroed in and Phoebe knew her luck had run out. Seconds ticked by and she used the time to pick up her glass and swirl the red velvet liquid gently as she walked back to the chair she’d been sitting in. She hadn’t yet leaned back when the declaration came at her like a bullet fresh out of the barrel. “Oh my god, you slept with Lach McKinnon. That’s why you’re avoiding talking about him. Holy shit. Spill it all.”
“There’s nothing to spill,” Phoebe answered, taking more of a gulp than a sip of the red nectar. She even closed her eyes as the taste of the wine spread throughout her mouth, warming her throat as she swallowed and calming her nerves. She let the seconds tick by until she knew Kimmie wouldn’t be able to take the silence anymore. “We had a brief moment of L’extase and then it was back to our own lives.”
Phoebe finally looked at Kimmie, a full smile blossoming on her face. Kimmie had always been the romantic one, the one who believed in happily ever after. Phoebe had done her best to shield her sister from harsh realities after their mother had passed away, but maybe she hadn’t done Kimmie any favors. Maybe now was the time to share the unpleasant actuality that just because a man had looks didn’t mean they had tact.
“Actually, the truth of the matter is that after we slept together, he had no interest in me. It happens. Spontaneity got the best of both of us and when reality returned, he made it clear it was a one-time thing. Don’t go reading something into it that’s not there and whatever you do don’t tell Dad.”
Kimmie choked on her water, and while she screwed the cap back on the bottle and got her coughing under control, Phoebe continued to sip her wine. Sharing the details was like a weight being lifted off of her shoulders. Yes, she had friends, but her closest confidant was and always would be her sister.
“Run? Lach doesn’t strike me as the type to cat around,” Kimmie said, after having cleared her throat multiple times. “He’s…well, he’s such a man. Did you see the size of his hands?”
Phoebe swore she could still feel his touch and she was
“Dimple?” Phoebe noticed that the man hadn’t cracked a smile, so no—she hadn’t seen any such thing on Ethan. It didn’t help that Lach had this magnetism about him, as if he had his own planetary pull that kept her attention focused on him like gravity. She needed to depolarize him. “I didn’t notice, but he’s a little old for you, isn’t he? Dad mentioned he was around my age.”
“Old? I’m in my mid-twenties, so I’d hardly classify him as being outside my window. Anyway, he seems fascinated by this woman named Fallon, not that he would admit it. I think she works for the FBI or something.” Kimmie sat cross-legged on the couch, a bundle of perpetual energy that Phoebe was in awe of. “He got a text from her while I was talking to some classmates. Our teacher got food poisoning and cancelled class at the last minute.”
“You are just a wealth of information.” Phoebe finally got enough oomph to get up from the couch to pour herself a glass of wine. She went about trying to remember what she’d done with the wine knife as she pulled a fresh glass from the rack. She didn’t bother to offer any to Kimmie. Her sister wasn’t much of a drinker and she preferred her vile tasting carbonated waters to the sophisticated taste of wine. “Ethan just happened to volunteer this information?”
“Let’s just say I read between the lines.”
“You mean you read the text over his shoulder,” Phoebe corrected, knowing how Kimmie operated. Ethan would be pulling his hair out by the time his detail ended. “He’ll never look at his phone with you around again.”
“He said something similar, if I remember correctly.” Kimmie made a face and then pulled her brown hair over her shoulder, playing with the strands. Her eyes zeroed in and Phoebe knew her luck had run out. Seconds ticked by and she used the time to pick up her glass and swirl the red velvet liquid gently as she walked back to the chair she’d been sitting in. She hadn’t yet leaned back when the declaration came at her like a bullet fresh out of the barrel. “Oh my god, you slept with Lach McKinnon. That’s why you’re avoiding talking about him. Holy shit. Spill it all.”
“There’s nothing to spill,” Phoebe answered, taking more of a gulp than a sip of the red nectar. She even closed her eyes as the taste of the wine spread throughout her mouth, warming her throat as she swallowed and calming her nerves. She let the seconds tick by until she knew Kimmie wouldn’t be able to take the silence anymore. “We had a brief moment of L’extase and then it was back to our own lives.”
Phoebe finally looked at Kimmie, a full smile blossoming on her face. Kimmie had always been the romantic one, the one who believed in happily ever after. Phoebe had done her best to shield her sister from harsh realities after their mother had passed away, but maybe she hadn’t done Kimmie any favors. Maybe now was the time to share the unpleasant actuality that just because a man had looks didn’t mean they had tact.
“Actually, the truth of the matter is that after we slept together, he had no interest in me. It happens. Spontaneity got the best of both of us and when reality returned, he made it clear it was a one-time thing. Don’t go reading something into it that’s not there and whatever you do don’t tell Dad.”
Kimmie choked on her water, and while she screwed the cap back on the bottle and got her coughing under control, Phoebe continued to sip her wine. Sharing the details was like a weight being lifted off of her shoulders. Yes, she had friends, but her closest confidant was and always would be her sister.
“Run? Lach doesn’t strike me as the type to cat around,” Kimmie said, after having cleared her throat multiple times. “He’s…well, he’s such a man. Did you see the size of his hands?”
Phoebe swore she could still feel his touch and she was
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