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The tips of his ears went a little pink, but he shrugged. "Well, maybe if things don't work out . . . "
"He thinks he's cute," Mac said dryly. "And damn it, he's right. " She stepped over, gave his tie a tug. The kiss was light and sweet, to Emma's eye. The kind of morning kiss between lovers who knew there would be time, lots of time, for deeper, hotter kisses.
She envied the light and sweet outrageously.
"Go to school, Professor. Enlighten young minds. "
"That's the plan. " He picked up his briefcase, brushed his hand over Mac's bright hair. "See you tonight. Bye, Emma. "
"Bye. "
He opened the door, glanced back, and rapped his elbow on the jamb. "Damn it," he muttered, and closed the door behind him.
"He does that about every third time he . . . What's with you?" Mac demanded. "You went all blushy. "
"Nothing. " But she caught herself rubbing her own elbow and remembering. "Nothing. I just stopped by on my way over to the torture chamber. I plan on begging Mrs. G for pancakes after I've suffered. "
"Give me two minutes to change. "
While Mac dashed upstairs, Emma paced. There had to be a simple, subtle, sensible way to explain to Mac what had happened with Jack. What was happening with Jack. To ask her for dispensation from the no-sleeping-with-friends'-exes rule.
Mac and Jack were friends, so that had to be a point. And more, bigger, huge, was the fact that Mac was madly and totally in love with Carter. She was getting married, for God's sake. What kind of friend would hold another friend to th
e no-exes rule when she was getting married to Mr. Adorable?
It was just selfish and narrow-minded and mean.
"Let's go before I change my mind. " With a hoodie flopping open over a sports bra and bike pants, Mac jogged into the kitchen. "I can feel my bis and tris beefing up. Killer arms, you are mine!"
"Why do you have to be that way?" Emma demanded.
"Way? What?"
"We've been friends since we were babies . I don't know why you'd be so hard-assed about this when you don't want him. "
"Who? Carter? Yes, I do. You didn't have any coffee this morning, did you?"
"If I have coffee, my brain wakes up enough to find reasons not to work out. And that's not the point. "
"Okay. Why are you mad at me?"
"I'm not mad at you. You're the one who's mad at me. "
"Then say you're sorry and all's forgiven. " Mac opened the door and sailed out.
"Why should I be sorry? I stopped. " Emma slammed the door behind them.
"Stopped what?"
"Stopped . . . " Groaning, she pressed her fingers to her eyes. "It's caffeine deprivation. My mind's blurring. I'm starting in the middle. Or maybe the end. "
"I demand to know why I'm mad at you so I can put some effort into it. You bitch. "
Emma sucked in a breath, held it. "I kissed Jack. Or he kissed me. He started it. And then he poofed, so I went over there to give him a piece of my mind, and he did it again. Then I did it again. Then we were rolling around on the floor and clothes were coming off until I rapped my elbow. Really hard. And it brought me back to my senses. So I stopped and you've got no reason to be mad. "
Mac, who'd been gaping at Emma since the first sentence, just kept gaping. "What? What?" She banged her palm on one ear, shook her head as if to shake out water. "What?"
"I'm not saying it all again. The point is I stopped, and I said I'm sorry. "
"To Jack?"
"No - well, yes - but to you. I'm telling you I'm sorry. "
"Why?"
"For God's sake, Mac, the rule . "
"Okay. " Mac stopped, fisted her hands on her hips and stared off into space. "No, I'm still confused. So let's try this. " She made exaggerated wiping gestures with both hands. "There's the board, and it's all cleaned off. Let's start fresh. You and Jack - wow - one minute to absorb . . . Done. You and Jack shared a big sloppy. "
"It wasn't sloppy. He's an excellent kisser, as you very well know. "
"I do?"
"And I'm not sorry for that one. Not really, because it was completely out of the blue. All right, not completely, since I got the vibes when we were under the hood. "
"Hood? What . . . Oh, the car. God, only someone who's known you forever could interpret half of what you're saying. "
"But I wasn't expecting him to bring me a glass of wine while I was taking a quick break, just sitting on the back stairs, minding my own business. "
"Wine, back stairs," Mac mumbled. "MBB. The wedding. "
"Then he gave me a shoulder rub, so I should've known, but I was going. I was going back to the reception and then we were standing there and he kissed me. Then Parker beeped me, and I had to go, and I realized what I'd done. It's not really a betrayal, not really. You have Carter. "
"What do I have to do with this?"
"But I didn't sleep with him, and that's the fine point of it. "
A bird winged by, singing like a mad thing. Without sparing it a glance, Emma slapped her hands on her hips and scowled. "The kissing came as a surprise, both times. And the rolling around was just in the heat of the moment. I stopped, so I didn't - technically - break the rule, but I'm apologizing anyway. "
"I'll happily accept your apology if you'll just tell me what the hell I have to do with this!"
"The ex rule. "
"The . . . Oh, the EX rule. Still confused as to my . . . Wait. You think Jack and I were . . . You think I had sex with Jack? Jack Cooke?"
"Of course, Jack Cooke. "
"I never had sex with Jack. "
Emma poked her. "Yes, you did. "
Mac poked her back. "No, I didn't, and I ought to know who I did or didn't have sex with, and Jack and I never did the deed. We never even got close to doing the deed. I have not rolled around on the floor removing clothes with Jack. "
"But . . . " Baffled, almost weak with it, Emma dropped her arms to her side. "But when he first started coming home with Del, for vacations and holidays during college, the two of you . . . "
"Flirted. Period. Start and stop. We never hit the sheets, or the floor, or the wall, or any other surface together in any way approaching nakedness. Clear?"
"I always thought . . . "
Mac quirked her eyebrows. "You could've asked. "
"No, because, damn it, I wanted to flirt with him, and you already were, so I couldn't, and I thought what I thought. And then when it was obvious you were just friends again, the rule went into effect. I thought. "
"You've had a thing for Jack, all this time?"
"On and off. I channeled it into other areas, or restrained it, due to the rule. But recently it's gotten more problematic, the channeling and the restraining. God. " Emma slapped her hands over her face. "I'm an idiot. "
"You slut. " Face stern, Mac folded her arms over her chest. "You almost had sex with a man I never had sex with. What kind of friend are you?"
Emma hung her head as her lips twitched. "I said I was sorry. "
"I may forgive you, but only after you tell me all - coherently and in minute detail. " Grabbing Emma's arm, Mac jogged the rest of the way to the house. "Which means after coffee, which means after workout. "
"We could skip the workout and go straight to coffee. "
"No, I'm pumped to pump. " Mac led the way through the side door of the main house and toward the stairs. When they reached the third floor, Laurel and Parker came out of the gym. "Em kissed Jack and they almost had sex. "
"What?" Two voices spoke in unison.
"I can't talk about it now. I haven't had coffee. I can't talk about it until I do, and unless there are pancakes. " Snarling with dislike, Emma stalked to the elliptical.
"Pancakes. I'll tell Mrs. G. " Laurel dashed away.
"Jack? Jack Cooke?" Parker said.
Mac flexed her arms and headed to the Bowflex. "That's what I said. "
W HEN THEY SAT IN THE BREAKFAST NOOK, AND EMMA CLUTCHED her first cup of coffee, Mac raised a hand. "Let me tell the first part, because it'll be faster and you'll still have your normal complement of brain cells at the end. So, Emma had the hots for Jack, but thought Jack and I had a thing, including sex, in the way back, so sticking to the No-Ex Rule, she suffered in silence. "
"I didn't suffer. "
"I'm telling this part. Then during the MBB's reception, Jack did the 'oh, you're so stressed, let me rub your shoulders,' then laid a big wet one on her. Then Parker beeped her. "
"That's what was wrong with you. Thanks, Mrs. G. " Parker smiled at Mrs. Grady and took one of the pancakes from the platter the housekeeper set on the table.
"So last night, after waiting over a week, she went by his place to give him the what-for. One thing led to another, and they ended up rolling around on the floor naked. "
"Half. It wasn't even half naked. It was maybe a quarter naked," Emma calculated. "At the most. "
"This morning she apologized to me for nearly having sex with my imaginary ex. "
"As well she should," Mrs. Grady put in. "No friend poaches another friend's man, even if she's kicked him to the curb. "
"It just sort of happened," Emma began and hunched under Mrs. Grady's cool stare. "I said I was sorry, and I stopped before we actually . . . "
"That's because you're a good girl with an honest heart. Eat some of that fruit now. It's fresh. Sex is better when you're eating healthy. "
"Yes, ma'am. " Emma stabbed a little chunk of pineapple.
"I don't
get why you ever thought Mac had been sleeping with Jack in the first place. " Laurel dumped syrup on her pancakes. "If she had, she'd have bragged about it and talked about it until we all wanted her dead. "
"No, I wouldn't. "
"In the way back you would have. "
Mac considered. "Yes, that's true. In the way back I would have. I've evolved. "
"How hot are the hots?" Parker wanted to know.
"Extremely. He hit high prior to the back stairs. After, he set a record. "
Nodding, Parker ate. "He's an exceptional kisser. "
"He really is. He . . . How do you know?" When Parker just smiled, Emma's jaw dropped. "You? You and Jack? When? How?"
"I think it's disgusting," Mac muttered. "Yet another best pal moving on my imaginary ex. "
"Two kisses, my first year at Yale, after we ran into each other at a party and he walked me back to the dorm. It was nice. Very nice. But as exceptional a kisser as he is, it was too much like kissing my brother. And as exceptional a kisser as I am, I believe he felt it was too much like kissing his sister. And that's how we left it. I gather that wasn't an issue for you and Jack. "
"We're nowhere in the vicinity of brother-or sisterhood. Why didn't you ever tell us you kissed Jack?"
"I didn't realize we were supposed to report on every man we've ever kissed. But I could make a list. "
Emma laughed. "I bet you could. Laurel? Any Jack incidents to report?"
"I'm feeling very annoyed and deprived that I have none. Even imaginary. It seems like he could've hit on me at least once in all this time. The bastard. How about you, Mrs. G?"
"A very nice one under the mistletoe a few Christmases back. But being the love them and leave them type, I let him off easy so as not to break his heart. "
"I'd say Em plans to take him down, and take him down hard. " Mac arched her eyebrows. "And that he doesn't have a prayer against the awesome power of Emmaline. "
"I don't know. I need to think. It's complicated. He's a friend. Our friend. And he's Del's best friend. Del's your brother," she said to Parker, "and the next thing to a brother to the rest of us. And we're all friends, and business partners. Del's our lawyer, and Jack helps out when we need him. Plus he's designing the remodeling. We have all these connections, and they're all tangled up. "
"And nothing tangles up the tangles like sex," Mac put in.
"Exactly. What if we end up having this thing, then the thing goes south. Then we're awkward with each other, and that makes the rest of us awkward with the rest of us. We have a kind of balance, don't we?
Sex isn't worth upsetting the balance. "
"You wouldn't be doing it right then," Mrs. Grady commented, and shook her head. "Youth thinks too damn much. I'm going to start the wash. "
Emma sulked over her pancakes. "She thinks I'm being an idiot, but I just don't want anyone to get hurt. "
"Then set the ground rules going in. What you each expect from each other, and how you'll handle any complications. "
"What kind of ground rules?"
Parker shrugged. "That's for you to decide, Em. "
