Page 42 of One Hot Moment

Spencer holds out his hand to my sister. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sabrina. Are you also named after that television series, Bewitched?"

"No. There isn't any Sabrina in that show. I got my name from an old movie, that one with Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart."

"Ah, yes, I understand now. Your parents love television and films, I take it."

Sabrina rakes her gaze down Spencer's body and up again, her smirk deepening. Then she gives me a light punch in the arm. "You sly puppy. How long have you been hiding this piece of gooey melted chocolate spice?"

What does that even mean? She's deranged. "I met Spencer recently. He's the new chief risk analyst at Bramson Feigenbaum. He's basically my boss, but we keep it professional during work hours."

Sabrina makes an exaggerated wink, even opening her mouth to make it all the more ridiculously overdone. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure you two are totally professional. If I had a hot boyfriend like yours, I'd go commando every day."

I know what she's implying---and, okay, I've actually had sex with Spencer in the office---but I still don't like what she said. He's my boyfriend, and I don't like my sister ogling him. I experience a bizarre, powerful urge to grab a fistful of Sabrina's hair and start pummeling her. I've never been the cat-fight kind of woman, but I'm feeling my claws preparing to come out.

Sabrina is just having fun at my expense, I remind myself. She doesn't want to steal Spencer from me.

My sister ditches her sassy attitude in a heartbeat. "I'm sorry, Tabby. If I'd realized how much you like this guy, I wouldn't have teased you."

"Forget about it. I'm just tired from the long drive."

Sabrina smirks again. "Does he speak? Or is this your personal AI boss robot?"

"You just heard Spencer speak. Do you have dementia? You're awfully young for that, but then, you do love to watch The Golden Girls."

The door of the main building bursts open, and my parents rush toward me and Spencer. Sabrina moves aside, still seeming far too smug about the situation.

Dad clamps his hand around Spencer's. "It's great to meet you, son. I've never seen our Tabby this happy. Most guys don't appreciate her free-spirit nature, but I can tell right off the bat you do get it. I'm Barry Remington, by the way, and this here is my wife, Connie."

Mom seizes Spencer's face, hoisting herself up on her tiptoes to smack a big wet kiss on his cheek. "Welcome to the family, sweetie. Spring weddings are my favorite kind."

I roll my eyes. "For heaven's sake, Mom, I met Spencer a few weeks ago. We aren't getting married this afternoon."

My father slaps my boyfriend's arm. "Do you like shooting, son? I just bought a shit ton of ammo yesterday, and I was thinking about doing some target practice this afternoon. Tabby and Sabrina are crack shots, but Connie prefers archery."

"I've never tried either of those sports, but I wouldn't mind giving it a go."

Dad grins. "I knew I'd like you the second I laid eyes on ya, Spencer."

"You can call me Spence, if you like."

Sabrina pushes herself in between Mom and Dad. "Can I call you that too?"

"Of course."

My sister gets that sly look in her eye again. "Is your last name really Halfenaked? That sounds made up."

"It is indeed a genuine surname in England, though it's fallen out of favor for obvious reasons. But we London Halfenakeds are determined to keep the name alive."

"You're from London? Which part?"

"Tottenham. It's a working-class neighborhood."

Mom pushes my sister out of the way. "Tabby, you and Spence must be exhausted after that long drive. Would you like a snack and something to drink before we give him the grand tour?"

"Uh, sure, if Spencer wants that."

He slings an arm around me, pulling me close to his side. "That does sound lovely."

Sabrina takes control of Spencer's other arm as we trudge toward my parents' house. "So, tell me, Spence, what's it like working with my sister? She can be a tyrant at home."

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