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too good.
“Stupid.” She was not going to kiss him. Not after her and Daisy’s conversation of the past who knew how long. “I’m not kissing you. I’m not sleeping with you, ever, no matter how much I want to.”
Oh, but she was going to regret that in the morning.
“You’re not?” He smiled as if she’d just told him what he was getting for Christmas.
“Nope. And don’t you forget it.” She swayed a little and he pulled her against him.
“I won’t, but you might. Sounds like you’re denying what you really want.” He grinned and she smacked him lightly.
“You’d better go. Daisy is coming and she’ll kick your ass.” The last part almost came out backward, as Marshal lowered her into the chair.
“In the morning, I’m going to pretend you never told me that.” His warm breath in her ear did incredible things. The only reason she didn’t pull his head back down was the thunder on Daisy’s face.
“What did you say?” Daisy passed a full glass of wine to her when Marshal finally left.
“Um. I don’t know. Oh. I told him I wouldn’t sleep with him no matter how much I wanted to. You know what, sis? I don’t hate men as much as I thought I did.” She leaned back in her chair, content.
“Neither do I.” Daisy let out a defeated-sounding sigh. “Neither do I.”
Sunlight spilled in the window, and Sydney squinted against the pain in her head. Why was she sleeping in her clothes and why were her hands so dirty? The night came back in fragments, starting where they started and ending with the last bottle of wine. Laughter and the great time she and Daisy had, which was good since she didn’t remember the later part of the night.
Still, if you couldn’t get drunk and stupid with your sister, who could you do it with?
Except for the headache, better now that her eyes had adjusted to the light, she felt damn good.
Until she remembered Marshal’s visit and what she’d said to him. He told her he was going to act like it never happened in the morning. Great. She’d basically challenged him and he was going to ignore it. She didn’t know how she felt about that.
Yelling from outside forced her to the window. Daisy and Tucker stood in the middle of a campsite not far from the cabin. Daisy’s hands flew wildly, but Sydney couldn’t see her face. What was Daisy freaking out about, and should she get involved?
The next thing Sydney knew, Marshal rushed into her bedroom. Last visitor she needed. She hadn’t brushed her teeth or her hair yet, and still wore the dirty-kneed jeans from tending the fire last night. Great impression.
“Daisy is reading Tucker the riot act about something.”
“Do I need to go?” Sydney tried to see around Marshal’s bulk, but failed.
“Not yet. Maybe soon.” Marshal stayed at the window. “Stop worrying about your hair. You’re beautiful. You were beautiful drunk, you’re beautiful now, and you’ll be even more beautiful waking up beside me.”
“Wha-What?” Did he really say that?
“Sorry. I know I said I wouldn’t mention what you said to me last night. I couldn’t resist. I feel like you’ve offered me some sort of challenge and I want to take you up on it.”
Oh. My. God.
“What challenge?” Maybe pretending she didn’t remember would work.
“Nope. You know exactly what you said to me. What you don’t know is what holding you from falling in the fire did to me. Maybe if we take care of this attraction we’ll all be able to get some work done.”
“I’m not that kind of woman.” She wasn’t sure what to think.
“I know. You want to be. Just once. Think about it.” He moved away from the window. “Daisy’s coming. Tucker’s following. I’m getting out of here.”
“Shit. Me, too.” She locked herself in the bathroom as the front door banged shut.
By the time she emerged, Tucker would either be gone, or in Daisy’s bed.
Which did she want for her sister? Sydney had no idea even though she thought about it
“Stupid.” She was not going to kiss him. Not after her and Daisy’s conversation of the past who knew how long. “I’m not kissing you. I’m not sleeping with you, ever, no matter how much I want to.”
Oh, but she was going to regret that in the morning.
“You’re not?” He smiled as if she’d just told him what he was getting for Christmas.
“Nope. And don’t you forget it.” She swayed a little and he pulled her against him.
“I won’t, but you might. Sounds like you’re denying what you really want.” He grinned and she smacked him lightly.
“You’d better go. Daisy is coming and she’ll kick your ass.” The last part almost came out backward, as Marshal lowered her into the chair.
“In the morning, I’m going to pretend you never told me that.” His warm breath in her ear did incredible things. The only reason she didn’t pull his head back down was the thunder on Daisy’s face.
“What did you say?” Daisy passed a full glass of wine to her when Marshal finally left.
“Um. I don’t know. Oh. I told him I wouldn’t sleep with him no matter how much I wanted to. You know what, sis? I don’t hate men as much as I thought I did.” She leaned back in her chair, content.
“Neither do I.” Daisy let out a defeated-sounding sigh. “Neither do I.”
Sunlight spilled in the window, and Sydney squinted against the pain in her head. Why was she sleeping in her clothes and why were her hands so dirty? The night came back in fragments, starting where they started and ending with the last bottle of wine. Laughter and the great time she and Daisy had, which was good since she didn’t remember the later part of the night.
Still, if you couldn’t get drunk and stupid with your sister, who could you do it with?
Except for the headache, better now that her eyes had adjusted to the light, she felt damn good.
Until she remembered Marshal’s visit and what she’d said to him. He told her he was going to act like it never happened in the morning. Great. She’d basically challenged him and he was going to ignore it. She didn’t know how she felt about that.
Yelling from outside forced her to the window. Daisy and Tucker stood in the middle of a campsite not far from the cabin. Daisy’s hands flew wildly, but Sydney couldn’t see her face. What was Daisy freaking out about, and should she get involved?
The next thing Sydney knew, Marshal rushed into her bedroom. Last visitor she needed. She hadn’t brushed her teeth or her hair yet, and still wore the dirty-kneed jeans from tending the fire last night. Great impression.
“Daisy is reading Tucker the riot act about something.”
“Do I need to go?” Sydney tried to see around Marshal’s bulk, but failed.
“Not yet. Maybe soon.” Marshal stayed at the window. “Stop worrying about your hair. You’re beautiful. You were beautiful drunk, you’re beautiful now, and you’ll be even more beautiful waking up beside me.”
“Wha-What?” Did he really say that?
“Sorry. I know I said I wouldn’t mention what you said to me last night. I couldn’t resist. I feel like you’ve offered me some sort of challenge and I want to take you up on it.”
Oh. My. God.
“What challenge?” Maybe pretending she didn’t remember would work.
“Nope. You know exactly what you said to me. What you don’t know is what holding you from falling in the fire did to me. Maybe if we take care of this attraction we’ll all be able to get some work done.”
“I’m not that kind of woman.” She wasn’t sure what to think.
“I know. You want to be. Just once. Think about it.” He moved away from the window. “Daisy’s coming. Tucker’s following. I’m getting out of here.”
“Shit. Me, too.” She locked herself in the bathroom as the front door banged shut.
By the time she emerged, Tucker would either be gone, or in Daisy’s bed.
Which did she want for her sister? Sydney had no idea even though she thought about it
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