do."
"There
are things they can do," her sister said earnestly. "Ways
to be more sexy. Not just in how they dress, but in what they say and
how they act."
This fabulous offer to American women
everywhere came from big-haired twins wearing matching halter tops
and hot pants.
"You also talk about some of the men
you've been with," the reporter said.
Both sisters
giggled. "Uh-huh," the one on the left said. "We know
it's bad to kiss and tell, but we couldn't help ourselves."
Reid
got a cold feeling deep in his gut.
"One name popped out
at me," the reporter said. "Reid Buchanan's been in the
news lately."
Reid groaned.
The twins looked at
each other and sighed.
"We didn't want to say anything in
our book," the first one said. "That would be tacky. But
honestly, it wasn't that great. I mean most guys have trouble with
two women, so we expect that. Sure, it's their fantasy, but when
faced with the reality of us naked, it can be a little much."
"It
wasn't too much," Reid yelled at the television. "It was
fine. It was better than fine. I did great."
"The
earth didn't move," the second one said in a low voice. "It
happens."
The reporter leaned forward. "Was it a
size issue?"
Reid turned off the TV and sprang to his
feet. He paced the length of the room and swore. He didn't need this
in his life. He didn't deserve it. He wasn't that horrible a person,
was he? He should get a break.
Only no one seemed willing to
give him one.
He continued to pace back and forth, but the
room was too small. He had an excess of energy and no way to burn it
off. He had to get out of here, but there wasn't anywhere to go.
He
headed downstairs for the one person guaranteed to distract
him.
Talk about idiotic, he thought as he walked into the
kitchen. Lori had made it very clear what she thought of him. Did he
need to be beat up more?
Except as definitive as she'd been
about not wanting him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he got to
her. If he did, she would hate that. Which, in a twisted way, made
him happy. At least annoying her was interesting.
But she
wasn't in the kitchen or the living room. He headed for Gloria's
temporary bedroom.
"Where's Lori?" he asked when he
saw the nurse wasn't there. "She's not avoiding me, is
she?"
His grandmother slipped off her glasses, put down
her book and stared at him. "Amazingly enough, the whole world
doesn't revolve around you, Reid. Lori's sister is sick and Lori took
her to the doctor. She'll be back in an hour or so. Can you survive
on your own until then, or should I call 9-1-1 for emergency
assistance?"
CHAPTER
FIVE
LORI ARRIVED back at Gloria's house shortly before two in the
afternoon. She walked inside only to find Reid waiting for her.
Her
first thought was to turn around and hide in her car. She felt
self-conscious about both their last conversation where she'd claimed
she didn't want him— a big fat lie if ever there was one—
and the fact that she wasn't wearing scrubs. Jeans and a sweater
might be totally casual, but there was also the chance that he might
interpret them as a pitiful attempt to attract him.
Or not,
she thought honestly. Chances were Reid never thought of her at all.
He was too busy posing for porn.
She briefly closed her eyes.
No. That wasn't fair. Her stupid crush wasn't his fault. Maybe she
should rethink the whole self-help book issue. It was more than
obvious she needed something to get her back to her normal self. Her
last trip to Seattle Chocolate, while delicious, hadn't totally cured
her.
"You were gone," Reid said as she tucked her
purse on an empty shelf in the massive and mostly unused
pantry.
"Yes, I was and now I'm back."
She
straightened and stared at him. Why did he have to look so good? Why
couldn't he be ugly or even normal-looking? Why did his eyes make her
want to get lost in whatever he was saying and why did his mouth make
her long for some sexual acts that might still be illegal in the more
conservative red states?
She tried to push
"There
are things they can do," her sister said earnestly. "Ways
to be more sexy. Not just in how they dress, but in what they say and
how they act."
This fabulous offer to American women
everywhere came from big-haired twins wearing matching halter tops
and hot pants.
"You also talk about some of the men
you've been with," the reporter said.
Both sisters
giggled. "Uh-huh," the one on the left said. "We know
it's bad to kiss and tell, but we couldn't help ourselves."
Reid
got a cold feeling deep in his gut.
"One name popped out
at me," the reporter said. "Reid Buchanan's been in the
news lately."
Reid groaned.
The twins looked at
each other and sighed.
"We didn't want to say anything in
our book," the first one said. "That would be tacky. But
honestly, it wasn't that great. I mean most guys have trouble with
two women, so we expect that. Sure, it's their fantasy, but when
faced with the reality of us naked, it can be a little much."
"It
wasn't too much," Reid yelled at the television. "It was
fine. It was better than fine. I did great."
"The
earth didn't move," the second one said in a low voice. "It
happens."
The reporter leaned forward. "Was it a
size issue?"
Reid turned off the TV and sprang to his
feet. He paced the length of the room and swore. He didn't need this
in his life. He didn't deserve it. He wasn't that horrible a person,
was he? He should get a break.
Only no one seemed willing to
give him one.
He continued to pace back and forth, but the
room was too small. He had an excess of energy and no way to burn it
off. He had to get out of here, but there wasn't anywhere to go.
He
headed downstairs for the one person guaranteed to distract
him.
Talk about idiotic, he thought as he walked into the
kitchen. Lori had made it very clear what she thought of him. Did he
need to be beat up more?
Except as definitive as she'd been
about not wanting him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he got to
her. If he did, she would hate that. Which, in a twisted way, made
him happy. At least annoying her was interesting.
But she
wasn't in the kitchen or the living room. He headed for Gloria's
temporary bedroom.
"Where's Lori?" he asked when he
saw the nurse wasn't there. "She's not avoiding me, is
she?"
His grandmother slipped off her glasses, put down
her book and stared at him. "Amazingly enough, the whole world
doesn't revolve around you, Reid. Lori's sister is sick and Lori took
her to the doctor. She'll be back in an hour or so. Can you survive
on your own until then, or should I call 9-1-1 for emergency
assistance?"
CHAPTER
FIVE
LORI ARRIVED back at Gloria's house shortly before two in the
afternoon. She walked inside only to find Reid waiting for her.
Her
first thought was to turn around and hide in her car. She felt
self-conscious about both their last conversation where she'd claimed
she didn't want him— a big fat lie if ever there was one—
and the fact that she wasn't wearing scrubs. Jeans and a sweater
might be totally casual, but there was also the chance that he might
interpret them as a pitiful attempt to attract him.
Or not,
she thought honestly. Chances were Reid never thought of her at all.
He was too busy posing for porn.
She briefly closed her eyes.
No. That wasn't fair. Her stupid crush wasn't his fault. Maybe she
should rethink the whole self-help book issue. It was more than
obvious she needed something to get her back to her normal self. Her
last trip to Seattle Chocolate, while delicious, hadn't totally cured
her.
"You were gone," Reid said as she tucked her
purse on an empty shelf in the massive and mostly unused
pantry.
"Yes, I was and now I'm back."
She
straightened and stared at him. Why did he have to look so good? Why
couldn't he be ugly or even normal-looking? Why did his eyes make her
want to get lost in whatever he was saying and why did his mouth make
her long for some sexual acts that might still be illegal in the more
conservative red states?
She tried to push
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