Page 53 of Touchdowns and Temptations

She laughs and glances at the two women who just judged my bag and, more importantly, my sex life.

“Welcome to Tennessee. Where are you from?”

“I'm from Boston,” I say. “I'm here with Noah.”

I point to him and Emily nods with a smile.

“Cool,” she says, “how do you two know each other?”

“I'm his agent,” I reply. “And you?”

“I'm not his agent,” she replies, giggling, and I join in. “Alex used to date my sister. We went to high school together.”

I look at Emily in surprise, then at Alex and Daisy, who have caught up with us, and then back at Emily. This can't be right, can it? Emily and Daisy are sisters? They look nothing alike and when I say nothing at all, I mean it. Daisy is blonde and slim and Emily is dark-haired and curvy.

“Daisy is your...” I look back and forth between them again. “Sister?”

“Yes!” Emily laughs. “Hard to believe, isn't it?”

“Kind of,” I say, looking back at Daisy. She's still standing next to Alex, talking to him. I bet they'll end up in bed tonight, the way they're flirting with each other. “I can't believe it.”

“Not just you.” Emily shrugs, as if that's the usual answer. “No one would think we were sisters.”

“Emily, hey,” Noah says, walking past me to give her a hug. “Where did you come from?”

“I was saying goodbye to Anna,” she says, smiling. “You have a lovely friend!” Emily winks at me and I blush. Noah laughs and puts his arm around me.

“Nice of you to say that,” he says with a grin. “Would you like a drink?”

“I'll take a Cosmopolitan.”

“They have cocktails?” I ask, looking down at my beer. “Why didn't you tell me?”

Noah rolls his eyes and looks at Emily reproachfully.

“Thanks,” he says. “I thought I could fool her with the cheap beer.”

“You're impossible. Typical McCarter,” Emily grumbles. “She should be worth more to you than a two-dollar beer.”

“The cocktail's seven,” Noah says, and Emily shakes her head.

“You make ten million dollars a year, Noah McCarter. I think you can buy this lovely lady a cocktail for seven dollars.”

I like Emily more and more.

“That's okay,” I say, opening my purse and pulling out twenty dollars. “I'll go to the bar and get a caipirinha. What would you like?”

“Another Cosmopolitan,” she says, and I nod.

“Daisy?”

She looks at me in surprise.

“Yes?” she asks, looking irritated that I'm talking to her. “Hey, Em.”

“Hey, Days,” she says. “You want a drink?”

“Sure,” she says, “Are you getting cocktails?”

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