“My phone doesn’t get any signal in the house,” I explain and watch as she glances around the room. My eyes quickly pinpoint my nightshirt, panties, and Cole’sboxersscattered around on the floor. I’m mortified. “Emma, I need to tell you som—”
“Do you have a guy here?” Emma asks me in a hushed tone as she turns to me wide-eyed and amused.
Panic settles in my chest, and I’m pretty sure my facial expression shows my guilt.
“Jenna Olsen.” Emma smiles and softly high fives me. “It’s about time you got back in the game. Who is it? Do I know him? You know what? Never mind, I’m just going to get out of here and leave you guys to it. But you better call me soon because I want to know every filthy little detail and—”
The bathroom door opens and Cole’s footsteps sound from the hallway.
I’m having a mini panic attack, and I can’t decide whether I should run away or run awayreally fast.
“Smells great in here, Jen,” Cole says as he walks into the kitchen, a towel wrapped lowonhis hips while a smaller one covers his head as he dries his hair. “You better eat up and get yourenergy,because you’re going to need it for what I’ve got planned for your hot little body.” He slides the towel off of his head and his sexy grin quickly fades when he reads my face.
“Cole?” Emma says, her voice a mixture of shocked and confused.
His face whips from me to his sister. “Em,” Cole replies, just as shocked, and grabs hold of the towel around his waist, securing it. “What are you doing here?”
“What amIdoing here?” Emma’s breathing kicks up a notch as she stares at Cole, her eyes loaded with bewilderment. “What areyoudoing here?” She glances from him to me and back to him again. “And what the hell is going on?”
