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wore snug fitting jeans that emphasized her
hips and butt and a form fitting black turtleneck that enhanced her blonde hair
and green eyes and made him want her even more. Damn it.
    His
mother had made her typical Sunday morning feast of bacon, pancakes and
scrambled eggs, but he found himself wishing Emma were on the menu. If his
parents weren’t here, he’d sweep the dishes onto the floor and do her right
here, right now.
    He
listened to Emma chat with his parents while she ate and she didn’t eat like
most women did, counting every calorie because they were worried about their
figure. She helped herself to some of everything and chowed down. He liked that
about her.
    “So,
what were you two supposed to forget about?” his mother asked.
    Emma
glanced his way. “Cam should explain. After all it was his idea.” She forked in
a mouthful of pancakes and chewed with amusement in her eyes.
    He
decided to play dumb. “Forget about …?”
    His
mother sipped her coffee. “I heard you say something about forgetting what
happened. Were you at the Cranford party last night too Emma?”
    “Yes,
I was there.”
    His
mother smiled. “It must have been fun. What did you wear for a costume?”
    “A
genie outfit,” Cam said. “She looked really—uh, cute.”
    “Did
something happen at the party?” his father asked.
    “No,”
Cam said.
    “Yes,”
said Emma at the same time.
    His
father laughed. “Well, what was it?”
    Cam
stared at his plate and pushed some pancake around. “We sort of ID’d a couple of people at the party, but with everybody in
costume no one was supposed to know anyone else’s identity. So we decided to
keep quiet and forget about it.”
    His
mother leaned forward. “Who were they? Are they married to other people? Were
they old lovers reunited? I promise I won’t tell.”
    “I
suppose you could say they were old lovers reunited,” Emma said.
    Cam
cleared his throat. “Not really, Emma. They had been apart for a long time
that’s all and I’m pretty sure they were never lovers.”
    Emma
studied him, her eyes innocent, her mouth in a half smile. “You never know.
Anything could have happened back in high school.”
    “Yes,
but it didn’t,” Cam insisted.
    “So
they went to high school together?” his father asked. “Were they in your
graduating class, son?”
    “He
was but she wasn’t,” Emma piped in. “They could have been lovers though. I mean
it was a possibility, wouldn’t you say?” She asked the question with a smile
playing around her lips.
    Cam
shifted in his seat. This whole conversation was getting damned uncomfortable.
“Well, maybe, I suppose but doubtful.”
    Emma
chewed a bite of bacon. “I don’t doubt it for a minute. Don’t you remember how
they were looking at each other?”
    He
remembered. The image of her slumberous eyes, kiss swollen lips and flushed
skin had been seared on his brain. “I remember.” He had to change the subject.
“So, Dad, what are you doing today?”
    A
look passed between his mother and father. They knew. Damn it, somehow they
knew. But how?
    “Your
mother is checking out the church Christmas Bazaar so I’m planning to park it
in front of the fire and get acquainted with the new thriller novel I just
picked up. What about you?”
    He
shrugged. What he really wanted to do was finish what he and Emma had started
last night, but putting his hands on her again was out of the question. Ryan
would flip if he knew the dirty thoughts he’d been having all night about his
little sister. “I don’t know yet. Might give Ryan a call and see if he wants to
come over and shoot some baskets. Weather’s supposed to be sunny today.”
    “He
can’t,” Emma said. “He promised to help me hang some twinkle lights on the
spruce tree in the front yard. We could use an extra hand though if you’re
interested, then afterward you can shoot baskets.”
    “Terrific
idea,” his mother said. “Later this evening we can meet at the Olive Pit