The Wright Brother(24)

“Great. Let me get your number.”

He handed me his phone, so I could add my number into his cell. Then, I texted myself from his phone.

“I was thinking tomorrow night. Does that work for you?”

“Tomorrow?” I squeaked.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me,” he said with a grin. “How about tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“We could just go now,” he suggested. “I don’t have a free day, but I can rearrange.”

My mouth was slightly hanging open in disbelief. “You want to see me right now?”

“I am seeing you right now.” He passed me back my phone. “And I like what I see.”

I laughed at the comment and felt a blush creeping up my neck. “Well, I think maybe tonight would be good. Where do you want to go?”

“I have an idea,” he said with a grin. “Bring a big coat, and wear something comfortable.”

My brows furrowed. “You don’t strike me as a wear-something-comfortable sort of date.”

“It’s the suit, isn’t it?” he asked.

“I suppose so.”

“I have a question. How do you like sleeping?”

“What does that even mean?” I asked with a laugh. “I love sleeping. Doesn’t everyone? Though I didn’t get much of it in grad school.”

“Okay, good. Don’t plan on getting any tonight,” he told me.

“That’s awfully presumptuous,” I said softly, averting my eyes again. The blush was full-blown now.

He pressed his finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. His eyes were warm and inviting. I suddenly felt as if I could drown in them. My body responded to his touch like a struck match, and I was sure he knew it.

“Big coat and something comfortable. We’ll see if I’m presumptuous tonight.” He smiled and looked like he wanted to kiss me again. “I can’t wait until then.”

Then, he released me and disappeared into the parking lot.

My body was humming. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had a date with Jensen Wright tonight. And he had already promised that I would be out all night. Even though my logical brain was saying not to lose my heart to someone like him, my body was screaming to lose everything else.





Ten



Emery


“I should call and cancel,” I told Heidi a few hours later.

She was crashed back on the guest bed at Kimber’s and staring at me with raised eyebrows. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Because he’s Landon’s brother!”

“So?” she asked, exasperated. “He’s smoking hot! You’ve already made out with his face. You should so fuck him.”

I rolled my eyes and flung a sweater at her face. “Shut up! We’re not going to have sex.”

“Sure. Then, why are you wearing that?”

I was standing in a skimpy black lace bra and a thong that I’d thankfully brought with me from Austin, and it looked sexy on my curvy frame.

“What?” I asked defensively. “I have nothing in my closet. I need to get the rest of my stuff from Austin.”

“Yeah, okay,” she said sarcastically.

I swung around to face her. “Isn’t it just a little…weird?”

“You are the only one making it weird.”

“I think maybe I’d feel better if I talked to Landon.”

Heidi snorted. “Now, that’s something I never thought I’d hear you say.”

“Oh, shut it,” I said, flipping her the bird.

“You’ve talked to Landon twice in over nine years since the breakup, including this weekend! Other than the sad, sappy messages you left on his voice mail in college.”

“Don’t,” I hissed. My cheeks flamed.

I hated to think about the heartbroken girl I’d been when Landon dumped me. But, at eighteen, he had been my first serious boyfriend. I’d gone on to forget all about him with a long line of mistakes. And, now, I was going on a date with his brother.

“Come on, Em. This will be fine. You thought Jensen Wright was sexy as hell since before you had any interest in Landon. Cut loose.”

I sighed. Sure, I’d had an unhealthy obsession with Jensen, just like every other girl my age, but I was a totally different person now than I’d been ten years ago—physically and emotionally. Plus, I’d gotten through three years of a PhD program. I could handle one night out with Jensen Wright and not make a fool of myself. Hopefully.

“All right. I won’t cancel.”

“Excellent. I’d go with this.” She plucked a black V-neck sweater off the floor and passed it to me.

I tugged it over my head and paired it with my classic black skinny jeans and boots. Swishing my dark hair over to one side of my head, I held my hands out. “What do you think?”