Emily had been guarding her feelings for Kenneth for years, always careful, always quiet. There was no way she’d ever let him find out.
What on earth had happened now?
“Kenneth, why are you suddenly asking me that?” Pam swallowed hard, forcing herself to calm down as she searched his face for any sign of what he knew.
“She got drunk,” Kenneth said, glancing back at Emily. She was curled up on the bed, her eyes still red from crying. He frowned. “Now she’s just lying there, talking nonsense.”
“Drunk?” Pam’s voice shot up, and she smacked her forehead in regret. She remembered letting Emily have a little to drink earlier. Emily had insisted she was fine, so Pam went off to handle something else.
But how did Emily end up with Kenneth? Drunk, no less. Pam couldn’t even imagine what kind of embarrassing things Emily might have said in front of the man she liked most.
“I don’t really get involved in Emily’s personal stuff,” Pam said, nerves getting the best of her. She stalled for time, hoping her voice didn’t betray her. “Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding.”
Kenneth’s question, though, proved he hadn’t caught on to who Emily actually liked.
A misunderstanding? No way. The way she was crying, no one would believe that.
He pressed his lips together and glanced back at the room.
Emily was sweating through her dress, tossing in uneasy sleep, gripping at her gown without realizing. One strap had slipped off her shoulder, showing off a delicate collarbone. The skirt had ridden up. Under the soft light, her long legs looked impossibly fair, as if glowing.
Kenneth’s temples throbbed. He hurried over and pulled a blanket around her, tucking her in as best he could.
“It’s hot,” Emily mumbled, her cheek squished against his chest. Her lips parted, and her warm breath ghosted across his face.
“Stay still.” Kenneth’s voice was low and rough, and his whole body tensed up.
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