Chapter Nine
Emma woke the following morning, and her eyes felt gritty and her head throbbed. Damn, she hadn’t had that much to drink. Then she remembered that she hadn’t been drunk. She’d cried. And cried some more. On Sean.
Who still had an arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Why the hell hadn’t he left? What normal guy stayed after screwing so a girl could cry on him?
This was so not good. She shouldn’t have called him. She could’ve picked up a guy at any bar to f**k. Hell, she could’ve called some guy from the summer.
But you like Sean.
The thought was like the annoying singsong her kids used to tease each other. She didn’t want to like Sean. He was not the guy for her future, and she needed to think about that. He’d come over last night and given her everything she’d needed in
