Page 42 of Hunt Me

“I know,” she said in a little singsong voice.

At least after the shitty day I’d experienced, thoughts about my mystery man could still provide a little thrill.

As she shrugged her shoulders, I flashed a grin. Since reaching twenty-one, she’d been the party girl while I’d remained the studious one. There were days I couldn’t believe we were actually sisters.

“Even if you won’t tell me who you hooked up with, that is still so damn sexy. Russians are to die for. Are you going to see him again?”

I laughed and started unwinding the tape around my hands. “We agreed no strings. Plus, I didn’t actually tell him my name.”

“Don’t you think he can find out who you are since you were a freaking bridesmaid?”

“I doubt a man like that has time to investigate the poor yet sinful girl he’d dominated in bed.”

She squealed again.

“I knew you had a bit of the bad girl in you. About damn time,” she purred, wagging her finger. “Now, the real question is, was it hot?”

“As a roaring fire.”

“Was his dick huge?”

“Callie!” I burst into embarrassed laughter. “You’re terrible.”

My sister shrugged, her evil grin making me think about him and his massive cock all over again. “Big dicks are hugely important.”

“In your world, maybe. Now, what are you doing in the gym? Your idea of exercise is moving off the couch to the refrigerator.” I was teasing her since she had the perfect body and could eat anything she wanted. If I didn’t do kickboxing and try to stay away from Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, I’d be a house.

“Now, look who’s terrible.”

Moving in with my sister had been quick and easy, allowing me to avoid paying extra money for a deposit and first and last month’s rent that I didn’t have. While the apartment community was pricy, the exercise facilities were spectacular. “So you keep telling me. Your turn to confess.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Okay, I need a favor.”

“You do, huh?” I tossed the tape into the trash, flexed my hands, and grabbed my bottle of water.

“Can you take my last Door Dash run tonight? Pretty please with sugar on top?” She rose onto her toes, her entire body cringing as she begged with her big, baby blue eyes.

“Ugh. This is my day off.” Not that it had felt that way.

“I said pretty please.”

She’d gotten every wish just by using the term as a kid.

“What’s the reason?”

“Like you reminded me. I have a boyfriend. Jason is coming into town unexpectedly from his business trip and needs to see me. Note the emphasis on needs.” She grinned from being ecstatic, shaking her fists like pompoms. Since day one, I’d taken bets on how long their relationship would last.

It was a good thing I wasn’t a gambler. I’d be in the poor house.

“You do not think he’s going to ask you to marry him.”Please say no. Please say no.

“We’re not that serious, sis. But living together? Maybe. He’s been hinting around about it.”

Living together. I put the pieces together and my day had just gotten much worse. They certainly wouldn’t want a third wheel messing up their love nest. Whether she moved in with Jason or vice versa, I could be out of a place to stay or forced to cover the entire rent within a couple of weeks.

A deep exhale slipped past my lips before I could stop the ugly sound. There was no mistaking when I was frustrated or unhappy.

“I’ll let you borrow my red sweater. Plus, I haven’t seen him in two weeks. I’m dying without him.”