My inner sex goddess was already planning the next encounter, but I could only lie there.
Mark half sprawled on me, his large body draped between my legs. I carded my fingers through his hair. I wanted to push him back against the bed, trail my fingers over his chest, and luxuriate in that perfect male body just because I could, but I was tired, and my limbs felt like jelly.
My phone went off in the other room.
“Just ignore it,” Mark said, eyes closed.
“I wasn’t planning on moving.”
Puppy paws clacked against the hardwood floor, down the hall, and into the master suite. The dog dropped the phone on the floor. I reached down and fumbled around then grabbed it.
“You have a smart dog.”
“We’ve been working on training,” Mark said smugly.
I peered at my phone. Then ice water poured through my insides.
Memphis Eve:We have to talk about our father. I think Mom has been lying to us.
33
Brea
Ijumped off the bed and crashed to the floor. Mark peered at me in concern.
“My leg was asleep; you were lying on it,” I explained, rubbing my legs and pulling myself up using the nightstand.
Mark swung out of bed. I paused for a moment in my anxious search for my clothes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lied. How could I explain? My dads were supposed to be my dads. Well, Beau was my biological dad. I wasn’t good at science, but I did know that much. What was Memphis Eve talking about?
Brea:Explain.
Memphis Eve:I’m at your gross little apartment. Hurry up. Chop chop.
“It’s just a wedding emergency,” I lied to Mark. Just because he had said he was okay with my crazy sister did not mean he needed every insane detail of our relationship. I had to keep some mystery in the relationship.
I gave Mark a quick kiss as I fastened my corset. I couldn’t find my underwear, but my dress and heels were in the hall.
Mark padded behind me. “I think the dog probably put them somewhere.”
“Or you put them somewhere.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
Mark grabbed me and kissed me, his hand finding his way under my dress. I gasped.
“Stay,” he growled.
I wanted to, but I needed to talk to my sister.
* * *
My twin was waiting impatientlyin front of the apartment door when I arrived.
“I guess the gays aren’t in,” she said.
“They’re out antiquing,” I explained as I unlocked the door.
“Yes, because they just have to cram more garbage into your house,” Memphis said, making a disgusted noise as she brushed past me into the apartment. She scowled at one of the Roombas that chugged by. I had made it a little sweatshirt that read,I was going to tell my girlfriend about the vacuum cleaner I bought today, but it sux!
