"And I'm Cassidy. Sully's twin," the other woman says.
"You are both sets of twins?" I ask Emmett.
"Yep. It's how we became friends. We bonded over how annoying our sisters were," Emmett jokes.
"And we became friends over how annoying our brothers were. And still are," Ember says.
This makes me smile. "I have brothers. I totally get it." They laugh. "Come on in. Welcome and Happy Thanksgiving."
They all walk into our apartment, which is usually so large, but with all these people, it feels rather cozy. As Emmett walks past me through the door, his hand brushes against mine, my cheeks instantly flush. But I'm sure it's more from all the cooking. Not from that man.
Collette takes over hostess duties, directing everyone to the living room while grabbing wine glasses. Harper and Issy follow, already chatting. I escape back to the kitchen. Check the turkey. Stir the gravy. Anything to avoid standing in that living room with Emmett fucking Black.
"Need help?"
I spin around. He's in the doorway wearing dark jeans and a gray Henley, looking unfairly good.
"I'm fine."
"You sure? You look flustered."
"I'm not flustered." I totally am.
"Your face is red."
"That's from the oven. It's a billion degrees in the kitchen."
His mouth curves. "Right. Of course. The oven."
I turn back to the stove, gripping the wooden spoon. "Shouldn't you be out there with your sister?"
"She's fine. Cassidy's keeping her company."
"Then maybe you should keep Sully company."
"He's arguing with your brothers about last night's game. I'm good here."
"Emmett ..."
"Relax, Trouble." He pushes off the doorframe and walks closer. Not touching, but close enough that I can smell his cologne. "I'll behave today."
"You’d better." I glare at him.
"I'm here to help you. You seem under the pump."
"I've never cooked for so many people," I confess to him.
"You look like you're doing a good job. I forgot to thaw the turkey, and it was only for four people." This makes me laugh. "To be fair, I had a lot to drink last night. I'm blaming the girls."
"And yet they were able to bring pie."
"Hey. Don't tell me you're ganging up on me, too."
"Never." I chuckle.
"I'm serious. Do you need help?"
I shake my head. "I've got this. Most of it is done. I just need to do a couple more things, but it's more like a one-person job."
