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“We’ll fall together,” she murmured, though she knew they already had.
For a moment, they huddled against the bed. When his weight started to get uncomfortable, she shifted out from underneath him, only to find he’d fallen dead asleep. On his knees on the floor. Like a little kid.
A laugh tickled the back of her throat as she pushed to her feet. Nope, not going down that “little” road again.
“Come on, up with you.” She tugged at his arms. He didn’t respond. The guy had made sick sleeping into a high art form.
“Come in, come in hard!”
“Oh Jesus.” The laughter she’d held back slipped free with one glance at Telly’s cage sitting on Brad’s desk. She’d brought him in for the night because she’d been afraid he was getting lonely downstairs with Kim gone. He’d been quiet the whole time other than an occasional chirp for her to give him some love. Not anymore. Sex seemed to inspire him.
“Goddamn bird,” Brad muttered, lips lifting. “Bread him for Thanksgiving.”
She laughed again and tickled his ribs to keep him from falling back asleep. “C’mon, smart ass. In bed with you.”
With much grumbling, he flopped down belly first on the mattress. “Sorry. Overdid.” He stuck his hand out to her, and her heartbeat kicked into high gear. “Wanna snuggle?”
God, this man was going to be the death of her. Or help her find a whole new life.
“Can’t refuse that offer. Just let me put Telly in my room.” She rushed over to the cage, distinctly aware of the stubble burn between her thighs. Ouch. At the last minute, she shrugged into the robe he never wore that hung on the back of the door. Not that she needed to get dressed since they were alone in the house, but it felt weird to wander around bare assed in her best friend’s home.
And her lover’s.
Her grin spread while she hurried down the hall. Telly probably wouldn’t like being sequestered, but she’d give him extra treats to make up for it. After that performance, Brad needed his rest.
She pushed open the closed door, frowning. Hadn’t she left it open?
Her gaze lasered in on her bed and the person reclining there, her swaddled ankle up on a pillow. “Finally. I thought you two were going to get cited for noise violations.” Kim dragged out her earbuds and lifted her brows. “I only have one question.”
Sara still hadn’t remembered how to breathe yet. This was bad. Very bad. “Okay.”
“Are you lying to everyone about sleeping with my brother or just your best friend?”
Chapter Eleven
Sara set Telly’s cage on the floor. Why wasn’t Kim at Greg’s? And why had she thought lying was a good idea?
She glanced down at Brad’s robe and tucked in her boob. Luckily it had only made a partial escape. Thank God she’d covered up. “Uh, can you repeat the question?”
Kim sighed. “I thought we were best friends.”
“We were. We are. I swear. This doesn’t have anything to do with us.”
“You don’t think so? If I was banging your brother like a drum—and lying right to your face about it, while living under your roof—you don’t think you’d mind?”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
“Yeah, I’m putting it like that.” Kim crossed her arms and gazed up at the ceiling. “What happened to us telling each other everything?” She held up a hand. “Clarification. I’m not asking for details in this case. In fact, I expressly forbid you from telling me anything personal as it relates to Brad. Except maybe why you scream like a banshee when you come.” She pantomimed gagging. “Never mind. TMI.”
“I do not.” Sara sat on the edge of the mattress and bit her lip. If it had been anyone but Kim, she probably would’ve crawled under the bed, but she had enough dirt on her friend to use as leverage for a lifetime. Still, the crawling thing was tempting. “Do I?”
“You so do. I would’ve been jealous, if I hadn’t been disgusted.”
Kim’s peevish tone struck her as funny, so funny that she fell on her side, laughing, and clutched her stomach. Either her multiple orgasms had shaken something loose or the relief of knowing her secret was out had tipped her over the edge. “Sorry. I didn’t think you were home. I wouldn’t have—we wouldn’t have—”
“Yeah, like you weren’t home the other night when I asked you to stay away. At least you played music to disguise the moans. Though what was up with ’Ticket To Ride‘?” She made a face. “That isn’t some weird sex song of yours, is it?”
Sara composed her features. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
