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shoulder, gleaming in the morning light streaming in through the kitchen windows.
She shut the dryer off, held up a mirror to Pete. “So this is what it’ll look like straightened.”
“You’re going to blow your hair dry every day?” Slater couldn’t believe it.
“No,” Emmie said with a scowl. Like she had to protect Pete. “He’d get a treatment done. It would keep his hair straight for months.”
“You’ll look like a girl,” Cooper said.
“So?” Ben turned to Slater. “The redhead? She must’ve been really good for you to have an actual sleepover.”
Tiana let out a huff of breath and rolled her eyes. She had her thick wavy hair piled on top of her head, like she’d just woken up. Her extremely curvy body was bursting out of her tank top and tiny gym shorts.
“What?” Ben said.
“You make me look like a bad girlfriend,” Tiana said.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Cooper said. “We know better. We can hear everything.”
“Why don’t you just break up with me—again—if you want a shot at the redhead?” Tiana said. Everyone knew this game they played, so no one thought they were actually fighting. “I mean, if I don’t rock your world . . .”
Ben pulled her close, and she fell onto his lap. He immediately started tonguing her neck. “But you do. And I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”
“Jesus Christ,” Slater said. “I got shit to do.”
“Rehearsal at one,” Derek said.
“What?” Rehearsal never started before four, thanks to his bartending schedule.
“New schedule,” Derek said. “I emailed it to you.”
Slater cut his gaze to Emmie. “I’ve been kind of busy.” He gave a half smile, still looking to provoke her, but she just smiled pleasantly back, as if he hadn’t just suggested he’d been busy fucking. But it wasn’t like he’d tell them why he’d avoided being home.
She turned her attention to Pete. “You know what I think is best?”
“Shave it off?”
“Dreads. Really neat, clean, polished dreads.” She pulled her laptop off the little built-in kitchen desk, set it on the table, and leaned over, tapping the keys. “Hang on a second.”
She had curves, too, nice ones, but she didn’t display them the way Tiana did. Everything about Emmie was . . . suppressed. Made him want to tug that tank top down and expose those plump mounds she kept hidden. Underneath that prairie-girl persona rumbled something else . . . something just waiting to burst out of her. He’d like to see that. The bursting.
“What happened to our
image
?” Derek asked. “We’re not a reggae band.”
“Here. Look. Not reggae at all.”
All the guys gathered around her, looking at the screen.
“Fucking A,” Ben said.
“Oh, I like that a lot,” Tiana said. “But how do you keep them from getting all nasty and smelly?”
“Wax. And keeping them dry.” She motioned to the screen. “This guy’s one of our artists, and he’s had these dreads for years. Don’t they look great?”
Slater watched them together, talking and laughing. The warm kitchen smelled like cinnamon and butter. The coffee cake on the counter looked good, browned with sticky nuts on top, and he realized what she’d done for them. Just by cooking, she’d brought them together in a wholly different way. Like a family.
He thought about joining them, having a look at the picture, maybe grabbing a piece of cake.
Instead, he turned and headed for bed.
FIVE
The next morning when Slater looked out the bathroom window, he was disappointed to find the pool empty. A few leaves floated on the surface. It looked like she hadn’t been swimming at all. Had he put an end to that?
Guess he hadn’t needed to stay away after all. He wouldn’t be perving on Derek’s sister today.
Well, hell. He shouldn’t have gone out there when she was naked. She’d been enjoying herself. He headed out of the bathroom, listened outside her door—right across the hall from his bedroom—and heard the
She shut the dryer off, held up a mirror to Pete. “So this is what it’ll look like straightened.”
“You’re going to blow your hair dry every day?” Slater couldn’t believe it.
“No,” Emmie said with a scowl. Like she had to protect Pete. “He’d get a treatment done. It would keep his hair straight for months.”
“You’ll look like a girl,” Cooper said.
“So?” Ben turned to Slater. “The redhead? She must’ve been really good for you to have an actual sleepover.”
Tiana let out a huff of breath and rolled her eyes. She had her thick wavy hair piled on top of her head, like she’d just woken up. Her extremely curvy body was bursting out of her tank top and tiny gym shorts.
“What?” Ben said.
“You make me look like a bad girlfriend,” Tiana said.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Cooper said. “We know better. We can hear everything.”
“Why don’t you just break up with me—again—if you want a shot at the redhead?” Tiana said. Everyone knew this game they played, so no one thought they were actually fighting. “I mean, if I don’t rock your world . . .”
Ben pulled her close, and she fell onto his lap. He immediately started tonguing her neck. “But you do. And I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”
“Jesus Christ,” Slater said. “I got shit to do.”
“Rehearsal at one,” Derek said.
“What?” Rehearsal never started before four, thanks to his bartending schedule.
“New schedule,” Derek said. “I emailed it to you.”
Slater cut his gaze to Emmie. “I’ve been kind of busy.” He gave a half smile, still looking to provoke her, but she just smiled pleasantly back, as if he hadn’t just suggested he’d been busy fucking. But it wasn’t like he’d tell them why he’d avoided being home.
She turned her attention to Pete. “You know what I think is best?”
“Shave it off?”
“Dreads. Really neat, clean, polished dreads.” She pulled her laptop off the little built-in kitchen desk, set it on the table, and leaned over, tapping the keys. “Hang on a second.”
She had curves, too, nice ones, but she didn’t display them the way Tiana did. Everything about Emmie was . . . suppressed. Made him want to tug that tank top down and expose those plump mounds she kept hidden. Underneath that prairie-girl persona rumbled something else . . . something just waiting to burst out of her. He’d like to see that. The bursting.
“What happened to our
image
?” Derek asked. “We’re not a reggae band.”
“Here. Look. Not reggae at all.”
All the guys gathered around her, looking at the screen.
“Fucking A,” Ben said.
“Oh, I like that a lot,” Tiana said. “But how do you keep them from getting all nasty and smelly?”
“Wax. And keeping them dry.” She motioned to the screen. “This guy’s one of our artists, and he’s had these dreads for years. Don’t they look great?”
Slater watched them together, talking and laughing. The warm kitchen smelled like cinnamon and butter. The coffee cake on the counter looked good, browned with sticky nuts on top, and he realized what she’d done for them. Just by cooking, she’d brought them together in a wholly different way. Like a family.
He thought about joining them, having a look at the picture, maybe grabbing a piece of cake.
Instead, he turned and headed for bed.
FIVE
The next morning when Slater looked out the bathroom window, he was disappointed to find the pool empty. A few leaves floated on the surface. It looked like she hadn’t been swimming at all. Had he put an end to that?
Guess he hadn’t needed to stay away after all. He wouldn’t be perving on Derek’s sister today.
Well, hell. He shouldn’t have gone out there when she was naked. She’d been enjoying herself. He headed out of the bathroom, listened outside her door—right across the hall from his bedroom—and heard the
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