Sucker Punched by Kelley R. Martin Page A

purse as she stands. “I could use a drink.”
    “Awesome.” I’m not sure if she’s trying to give them privacy or not, but it doesn’t matter. They’ve got it now, and I could fucking kiss her for it. “You two get started on those wedding plans while we’re gone. I want a date and a color scheme by the time we get back.” My voice is all business as I point to my brother. “And Declan, no black.”
    Savannah laughs, but Declan doesn’t find it quite as funny. He looks like he’s plotting all the ways he can dispose of my body as I step outside the hospital room.
    A second later, Savannah joins me in the empty hallway. There’s no buffer to keep the silence from turning awkward, no bullshit small talk.
    I have no fucking clue how to have a conversation with a girl that doesn’t lead to her wrapped around my dick, but it looks like I’m going to have to learn. Seems as if Savannah’s going to be my sister-in-law sooner or later, and I can’t ignore her for the rest of my life.
    That would just be rude.
    Unsure of where to start, I say the first thing that comes to mind. “I’m not really hungry. I just said that to give them some privacy.”
    She nods and takes a seat on the bench next to her. “I’m not really thirsty.”
    Okay, so we were on the same page.
    I pull my cigarettes out and offer her one. 
    She shakes her head. “I don’t smoke.”
    She doesn’t smoke. Add that to the list of things I know about Savannah, and that makes. . .three.
    1.) She’s got my brother wrapped around her finger.
    2.) She can be very opinionated.
    3.) She doesn’t smoke.
    Oh, and I know what she looks like naked.
    Trying not to smile, I put a cigarette between my lips and stare at Savannah, remembering the first time I met her. 
    I’d walked into Declan’s apartment and heard the shower running. I needed to piss like a racehorse and didn’t think anything of just walking in there. It’s not like he’s got anything I haven’t seen before, thanks to a broken doorknob in the bathroom we shared growing up. Only it wasn’t Declan in the shower, it was Savannah.
    I’m not sure who was more surprised, me or her.
    She looks as uncomfortable as I am as we silently stare at each other. Thinking of a great way to break the ice, I stop flicking the cigarette back and forth between my teeth, taking it out of my mouth. “Every time I see you, I can’t help but picture you naked.”
    Her jaw drops and I laugh. Crossing the hall, I sit next to her. 
    “I don’t want to.” Resting my elbows on my knees, I roll the unlit cigarette between my fingers, looking at Savannah over my shoulder. “You’re gonna be my sister someday. Isn’t that like incest or some shit?”
    “No, but it is icky.” A smug grin replaces her pursed lips a little too quickly. “You know, it’s funny—every time I see you , I can’t help but picture you gettin’ it on with Macy.”
    Sticking the cigarette behind my ear, I grimace. “She told you about that, huh?”
    Shit.
    “Oh, yeah.” 
    Her tone makes me stiffen. “What exactly did she tell you?”
    She bites her lip, grinning almost evilly. “Don’t worry. You got a, uh, glowing review.”
    I can’t tell if she’s bullshitting me or not. “Hmm.”
    Her smile fades. “Did she not seem. . .into it?”
    Staring down the hallway, I scratch my jaw. “She seemed into it.” But if she was, then why’d she walk out on me like that, without so much as a word? Did I do something wrong? Was it. . .was it just not good for her? I thought she had a good time, based on the way she came.
    Christ, she screamed so loud my ears rang for like twenty minutes afterward.
    And now I’m getting hard just thinking about it. “Shit, she seemed really —”
    I glance at Savannah midsentence and the grossed out look on her face stops me in my tracks. “Sorry. Forgot who I was talking to.” I clear my throat. “I thought we had a good time, but she left as soon as it was over.