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Her Way
Book: Her Way Read Online Free
Author: Jessica Jarman
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    “I take it you’re not ready for shopping?” Laughter tinged Ana’s voice.
    “Not yet,” she murmured. “I just ne—”
    “Look, Em, I need a favor,” Mark interrupted. “Jeannette is at an appointment and is running late. Accident on the freeway. Matt and I are supposed to meet clients. I need you to watch the girls.”
    Emma slid her eyes shut and took a deep breath. God, she really didn’t want to deal with babysitting. She wanted to find out what the hell happened last night.
    Lynn snorted. “Call your clients and tell them you’re running behind. Emma has plans.”
    “Butt out.” Mark barely spared her a glance, and Emma saw Matt grab Lynn’s arm, keeping her from going after their brother.
    “I did have plans today,” she pointed out.
    “It’s just for an hour. Two, tops. Please, Em. This is really important.”
    Damn it. She looked at her friends and realized from the disappointment etched on their faces, they knew she’d already given in.
    “Why don’t I meet you guys at Luigi’s for lunch? Say around one-thirty? You can do the shoe and purse shopping first. You know I hate that part. Please?”
    “Make it Kincaid’s Place and you’re on. One-thirty. I have my cell if you need anything.” Hannah smiled and looked at the other two. “C’mon, let’s go.”
    Lynn yanked her arm out of Matt’s grip and glared at him. “If you still think your family doesn’t take advantage of her, you’re so not worth it.” She turned on her heel and followed Ana and Hannah to the car.
    “God, what a bitch,” Mark bit out.
    “Hey!” Emma narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t you dare talk like that about my friends. And the girls are right here!”
    “Fine, fine. You have Jeannette’s cell number, right?” He waited for her to nod then crouched down to talk to the girls. “Mommy’ll be here to pick you up in a little bit. Be good for Auntie Emma and I’ll see you tonight. Okay?”
    Both girls nodded and raced to Emma’s side, each wrapping their arms around one of her legs.
    “Thanks, Em. I’ll talk to you soon.” He headed down the walk to his car.
    Matt lingered a moment, looking at her curiously, then followed Mark.
    Will pulled away and shut the front door. He leaned back against it, arms crossed over his chest.
    “Well, that was interesting,” he drawled. “Should we expect your father any time soon?”
    Emma chuckled. “I hope not. Will… I am so sorry about all that.”
    His mouth widened into a grin. “No worries. Now, who are these lovely young ladies?”
    “My nieces, obviously. There’s Mia—she’s five.” She gestured to the taller of the two. “And Mandy is three.”
    He knelt down before the girls and, very seriously, held a hand out. With a giggle, Mia shook it, followed by Mandy.
    “Nice to meet you,” he said before straightening. He studied Emma for a moment and continued, “Why don’t you go on up and take a shower, if you want, and I’ll throw something together for breakfast.”
    “Oh, you don’t have to—”
    “I want to.”
    “Oh. Okay. I’ll just have the girls watch cartoons in my room.” She took a small hand in each of hers. “I’ll be down in a bit.”
    Emma hustled the kids upstairs and got them settled on her bed, engrossed in some colorful and musical ‘toon. She grabbed some clothes and padded into the adjoining bathroom. A sigh of relief spilled from her lips as she stepped under the hot spray. The relief quickly dissipated. She racked her mind, trying to remember what happened the night before. Normally, she didn’t have to worry about having a few too many. It was a rare enough occasion, and the girls always made sure she got home and in bed. Surely, she’d remember if she’d had sex with Will, right? That wasn’t something that would slip under the radar, no matter how many drinks she’d thrown back. And if the man could make me hum this way with just his voice and a look, sex with him would be most
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