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him to make love to her? He couldn't really remember.
Liar . He remembered everything about that night. And no, she hadn't sounded proper and refined at all. She'd sounded sweet and hungry. Enticing, alluring and innocent. A lot more innocent than he'd ever expected, to his utter shock.
Which made it difficult, if not downright impossible, to believe the rumors that she'd been off making dirty movies since she'd left here ten years ago. He hadn't had time to wrap his mind around the whole gossipy rumor, but his first instinct was to suspect the Joyful grapevine had this particular story totally screwed up, particularly given the way she'd joked about porn movies during their drive.
"I haven't been inside the house in a very long time and I do appreciate your efforts," Emma continued.
Mrs. Dillon looked as if she didn't know whether to take Emma's words as a compliment or not, so she just grunted and turned toward the door. "I'll wait for Mr. Boyd inside," she told Daneen, who still appeared too shocked to protest. Then Cora entered the building, leaving the three of them alone.
"So, why are you back, Emma Jean?" Daneen asked. "I thought we'd seen the last of you."
Emma, apparently not as easily cowed, or, at least, as polite, as she'd been in high school, raised a brow. "Funny. Seems to me you were the one who skipped out of town first, Daneen. Speaking of which, how is Nick?"
Nick. Nick Walker. His younger brother, and once upon a time the object of affection of a number of teenage girls in the township of Joyful, Georgia. He'd have to include Emma Jean Frasier and Daneen Brady in that list,
Daneen Brady—now Walker. His former sister-in-law.
"Emma, maybe we should leave now," Johnny said, trying to turn her back toward the car. The last thing he wanted was to get Daneen started on the subject of his brother.
Too late.
"Probably burning in hell, for all I care," Daneen said, her voice hard, as it always was when Nick's name came up. "Wherever he is, he's certainly not here, so if Nick's the reason you came back to Joyful, you might just as well turn around and go back up north." Her tone turned sugary sweet, though her green eyes remained cool and assessing. "Gracious, it's been ten years, Emma Jean. Haven't you gotten over Nick yet?"
Yep. Daneen was sharpening up her claws. When she got around to remembering the rumors of what had happened between him and Emma Jean on prom night, they'd become even more cutting. Though there had never been any romantic involvement between him and his ex-sister-in-law-—and never would be—she did seem to think her family status gave her the right to tell him how to run his life. The only reason he gave her a tiny bit of leeway on that was because she was, truly, family. Once a Walker, always a Walker, no matter how much Daneen hated to claim the name.
"Let's go, Emma."
Emma wouldn't be moved. Instead, smiling as she tapped the tips of her perfectly manicured pink nails on her collarbone, she stared at Daneen. "Oh, you sweet thing, to be worried about me," she said, lacing her voice with a sugary hint of Southern cordiality. "But, no, Nick was only a boy. A sweet, innocent teenage crush. Obviously our relationship wasn't anything like yours—since you were the one he had to run away with and marry so your daddy wouldn't kill him and all."
Johnny lowered his head so his ex-sister-in-law wouldn't see his grin. Not too many women could pull off that perfect blend of sweetness and cutting sarcasm. Emma's grandmother had had it down to an art form. Emma had apparently learned one or two things during her time in the South.
He had no idea where she could have learned anything about the adult film business.
As steam almost began rolling out of Daneen's ears, Emma gave a little smile and leaned heavier against Johnny's side. "I am really hurting now. You will help me back to the car, won't you? I'll speak to Mr. Boyd tomorrow," She gave him a wide-eyed, limpid look which, he
Liar . He remembered everything about that night. And no, she hadn't sounded proper and refined at all. She'd sounded sweet and hungry. Enticing, alluring and innocent. A lot more innocent than he'd ever expected, to his utter shock.
Which made it difficult, if not downright impossible, to believe the rumors that she'd been off making dirty movies since she'd left here ten years ago. He hadn't had time to wrap his mind around the whole gossipy rumor, but his first instinct was to suspect the Joyful grapevine had this particular story totally screwed up, particularly given the way she'd joked about porn movies during their drive.
"I haven't been inside the house in a very long time and I do appreciate your efforts," Emma continued.
Mrs. Dillon looked as if she didn't know whether to take Emma's words as a compliment or not, so she just grunted and turned toward the door. "I'll wait for Mr. Boyd inside," she told Daneen, who still appeared too shocked to protest. Then Cora entered the building, leaving the three of them alone.
"So, why are you back, Emma Jean?" Daneen asked. "I thought we'd seen the last of you."
Emma, apparently not as easily cowed, or, at least, as polite, as she'd been in high school, raised a brow. "Funny. Seems to me you were the one who skipped out of town first, Daneen. Speaking of which, how is Nick?"
Nick. Nick Walker. His younger brother, and once upon a time the object of affection of a number of teenage girls in the township of Joyful, Georgia. He'd have to include Emma Jean Frasier and Daneen Brady in that list,
Daneen Brady—now Walker. His former sister-in-law.
"Emma, maybe we should leave now," Johnny said, trying to turn her back toward the car. The last thing he wanted was to get Daneen started on the subject of his brother.
Too late.
"Probably burning in hell, for all I care," Daneen said, her voice hard, as it always was when Nick's name came up. "Wherever he is, he's certainly not here, so if Nick's the reason you came back to Joyful, you might just as well turn around and go back up north." Her tone turned sugary sweet, though her green eyes remained cool and assessing. "Gracious, it's been ten years, Emma Jean. Haven't you gotten over Nick yet?"
Yep. Daneen was sharpening up her claws. When she got around to remembering the rumors of what had happened between him and Emma Jean on prom night, they'd become even more cutting. Though there had never been any romantic involvement between him and his ex-sister-in-law-—and never would be—she did seem to think her family status gave her the right to tell him how to run his life. The only reason he gave her a tiny bit of leeway on that was because she was, truly, family. Once a Walker, always a Walker, no matter how much Daneen hated to claim the name.
"Let's go, Emma."
Emma wouldn't be moved. Instead, smiling as she tapped the tips of her perfectly manicured pink nails on her collarbone, she stared at Daneen. "Oh, you sweet thing, to be worried about me," she said, lacing her voice with a sugary hint of Southern cordiality. "But, no, Nick was only a boy. A sweet, innocent teenage crush. Obviously our relationship wasn't anything like yours—since you were the one he had to run away with and marry so your daddy wouldn't kill him and all."
Johnny lowered his head so his ex-sister-in-law wouldn't see his grin. Not too many women could pull off that perfect blend of sweetness and cutting sarcasm. Emma's grandmother had had it down to an art form. Emma had apparently learned one or two things during her time in the South.
He had no idea where she could have learned anything about the adult film business.
As steam almost began rolling out of Daneen's ears, Emma gave a little smile and leaned heavier against Johnny's side. "I am really hurting now. You will help me back to the car, won't you? I'll speak to Mr. Boyd tomorrow," She gave him a wide-eyed, limpid look which, he
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