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Emma
As I walk up the steps to my house, arm in arm with Jameson, I can’t help but grin. I wouldn’t dare say it out loud to him, but anyone who saw us right now would definitely thing that we were going back to my house to screw. Or even more than that, a bystander might assume that we’re dating.
I giggle a little at that. The idea of big, bad Jameson showing up to take me on a date is ridiculous.
…isn’t it?
“Isn’t what, Emma?” he says. I didn’t realize I was speaking aloud, and I flush. “Have you got your keys?”
“Don’t need them.” I fling the front door open. I step inside, grinning like a maniac. “Ta-da!”
He instantly scowls. “Jesus, Em. You two leave your front door unlocked all the time?”
“Yep. Evie lost her key last week. Don’t tell any big, scary men, though.” I wiggle my
