Page 55 of Hard to Score

“The only thing that puts you in that good of a mood is some good old-fashioned sex.”

“Whatever. Speak for yourself.” I wave a hand at her. “Go away while you’re at it. I’ve got work to do.”

“Rumor is that you were kissing some man at the McMasters’ wedding.” My expression must fall because her grin widens and eyebrows lift. “What do you have to say about that?”

“I’d say a kiss is a kiss. Nothing more, nothing less,” I lie on the fly as I think of all the wonderful things that Drew can do with his mouth.

“So you what? Found a groomsman to get hot and heavy with in the bathroom?” she teases.

“Not a groomsman. Another guest, if you must know. We’d both had a few drinks, danced a bit, and then we kissed. Is that a crime?”

She throws her head back and laughs. “When you pull the is that a crime bullshit, we all know you’re lying.”

“Go away, Chase.” I wave a hand at her. The last thing I need is her meddling nose in my business.

“So it was more than just a kiss, then?”

So much more than just a kiss. The night with Drew comes back in snapshots. Him at the door. Him hovering over me. Him sinking into me.

“Did you plant spies there? Jesus.” I laugh.

“Nope. More of a friend of a friend kind of thing.” She scrunches her nose up. “Too bad they’re shit at spying or I’d know who the Wedding Kisser is.”

“There is no . . . him,” I say refusing to dignify her stupid nickname. I slide a printed contract to the side of my laptop, trying to end the conversation. “Go away.”

“Why won’t you tell me?” she asks in her most annoying little sister voice.

“Because it’s none of your business, Tattletale,” I say, using the nickname we used to call her just to upset her when she was little.

She used to be so desperate to be a part of whatever the rest of us sisters were doing, and she tried to get us in trouble when we wouldn’t let her.

“Oh, geez. You’re reaching deep with the insults using that one.” She rolls her eyes, unfazed, and I level her with a glare.

“Since when do any of us tell you anything?” I continue, trying to deflect. My little pain-in-the-ass sister. I love her to death, but she’s notorious for running straight to everyone else and gossiping.

Or trying to get one of us in trouble.

“Ohhh,” she chides. “It must be really good. Or he must be really wrong in all the right ways if you’re afraid for Dad to find out.”

“I’m not afraid for Dad to find anything out.” I start typing on my keyboard to try and show her I’m busy.

“You’re such a liar,” she goads and then sighs. “Guess it’s time for me to go work my sources and find out who exactly the Wedding Kisser is.”

“Have fun with that,” I say as she turns and heads out of my office.

Then I silently wonder if anyone I know—or she knows—saw Drew kiss me.

She grins at me before stepping into her office and I immediately grab my phone and change my passcode.

She’s a little shit.

I wouldn’t put it past her to “accidentally” check my texts.

The last thing I need is for her to see the heavy flirting going back and forth between Drew and me.

She wouldn’t be able to keep anything that juicy to herself.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN