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The power came on about twenty minutes after we finished making love. We made dinner together, then watched a cheesy romcom before making love again and curling up in that twin bed.
Now that I’d found Abbie Phillips, I didn’t want to let her out of my sight. Even if it meant sleeping together in the smallest bed ever.
Not until I heard a loud chime did I realize light was already streaming into the bedroom. The doorbell was ringing, and here I was in bed with my friend’s little sister in his guest bedroom.
“Shit,” I said, jumping from the bed and snatching up the jeans on the floor. “That’s probably Bo.”
Abbie sat up in bed, her frantic gaze scanning the room. Her hair was all messy, and she was covering her bare breasts with the sheet. Luckily, her clothes were piled near mine.
“Get dressed and come out when you’re ready,” I said. “I’ll say I slept in his bed. He’ll just assume I got up and made it.”
It hit me while I was pulling the front door open a few minutes later that I had no idea if his bed was made or not. I hadn’t even glanced at the main bedroom yet.
“Hey, man,” Bo said, a big smile on his face. If he thought something was up, he didn’t show it. “The neighbor said we got power last night.”
“Yesterday afternoon, actually,” I said, returning Bo’s handshake. I stepped back, opening the door wider so he could come in. “I think your sister’s still asleep. Unless the doorbell woke her.”
There. That should convince him we hadn’t slept in the same bed. He’d probably assume two people wouldn’t sleep in a twin bed, anyway. But that didn’t mean we couldn’t have had sex.
“Thanks for taking care of her.” Bo stepped inside, wiping his snow-covered boots on the welcome mat.
Had I done the same? I couldn’t remember. I was the crappiest friend alive.
I closed the door behind him and gestured toward the fireplace. “That came in handy yesterday when the power was out. Thanks for letting us bunk here.”
At that, Bo spun to look at me, his smile fading. It took me a second to realize my slip-up. Lettingusbunk here? Did that imply we were a couple? Not necessarily, but maybe it was the way I said it.
Maybe it was a lot of things.
“Hey, Bo.”
That came from Abbie, who was standing in the doorway. Her hair was not quite as smooth and shiny as it had been the day before, but it looked somewhat tamed. She wore the pajama bottoms and T-shirt she’d stripped out of yesterday.
Bo glanced back at me, then turned to face Abbie again. His eyes were narrowed. He was piecing things together. I had no idea how, but he’d figured it out.
“What’s going on here?” Bo asked. “Did something happen I need to know about?”
“Nothing you need to know about.” Abbie stepped farther into the room, arms still crossed over her chest as though to protect herself. “I’m twenty-four years old. You can quit treating me like a child now.”
But Bo was already looking at me, eyes narrowed even more. And now his jaw was clenched.
The anger was clear in his next words to me. “Get out of my house.”
His words felt like a right hook to the jaw. In fact, being punched probably would have been easier to take than the contempt I saw on his face.
“Bo,” Abbie said, coming even closer to him. She stopped just a few feet away. “Don’t talk to him like that. He’s your friend.”
“A friend would not take advantage of my sister. Of a college kid.”
“I’m not a kid,” she pointed out. “I’m three years older than your fiancée.”
“And I’m the same age as you,” I said.
Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. I might very well get that right hook to the jaw, anyway.
“I trusted you to keep my sister safe, and?—”
“And what?” Abbie asked. “We did nothing that you and Emerald haven’t done.”
