I feel a little light-headed.
Graham turns from the counter where he’s talking to Jefferson. “Hey, Harry.” He looks at the man who I can easily picture naked…and now am. “Do you know Clark?”
I look at my brother, then back to Clark Kent.
“What are you doing here?”
He’s staring at me as if I just punched him in the stomach.
“Diana?”
Margot steps out from behind Graham.
She looks from me to Clark and back to me. “No. Way,” she says.
I look at her and nod. “This is…”
“What’s going on?” my mom asks, stepping into the kitchen behind me. “Ginny!” she exclaims when she sees the pies on the floor. “What happened? You dropped the pies?” She sets her pies down and then bends to retrieve those at my feet.
I haven’t moved yet. I don’t think I’ve even blinked.
“What are you doing here?” I ask Clark again. Really, that’s the only important question at the moment.
“I’m…” He looks at Graham. “I’m here with Graham.”
Well...fuck.
“This is Everett,” Graham says, frowning at me.
All of the air whooshes out of my lungs.
“This is…the guy?” Margot asked me.
I nod.
“You’reHarry?” Clark, I mean, Everett asks.
“What the hell is going on?” Jefferson asks.
“I—”
But there’s no way for me to really answer that question.
Because apparently the universe or something hates me intensely.
I had the best sex of my entire life, sex that I still think about every single night, nearly a month later, with the man whom I need to be nothing more thanpoliteto this weekend.
Because he’s my new boss.
“Everett, this is my sister Ginny. Her first name is actually Harriet, but she goes by her middle name,” Graham says. “Carver and I call her Harry. It’s just a dumb nickname.” He shoots me a grin. “That she hates.”
“And Everett’s last name is Clark,” Margot says, clearly trying to be helpful. “Graham just calls him Clark most of the time.”
Yeah, that would have maybe been good information to have.
But, then again, it wouldn’t have mattered, really. Everett didn’t give me his real first name that night. Because I told him not to.
Fuck.Fuck. FUCK.
