Page 3 of An Indecent Longing

“That’s because I am a brunette. The blonde was a total lapse in judgment. I’m so glad to see you, Risa.”

If Dorrie’s arms clung just a little tighter than normal, she hoped Risa wouldn’t notice.

“I’ve missed you, too.” Then Risa drew back but kept her hands on Dorrie’s shoulders so she couldn’t avoid Risa’s searching gaze. “Now…what’s wrong?”

Shit.

Dorrie rolled her eyes. And thought about lying. But Risa’s left brow rose and Dorrie huffed.

“Nothing. It’s nothing. It’s just… Ian’s out there and, well…” She shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“Uh huh.” Risa gave her the look, the one that made grown men whimper in a corner. “If it’s nothing, why are you flushed and stuttering?”

“I’m not. I—” Dorrie huffed, her lips pulling in a grimace. “I thought you agreed not to torment me anymore.”

Risa’s smile turned wicked as she shrugged. “I’m making up for lost time.”

“Well, don’t.”

“Ooh, touchy.”

Risa gestured to the table and they took their places. Risa picked up her phone to text someone, probably the restaurant’s maître d to signal they were ready for dinner.

While she did that, Dorrie studied her sister. Technically, Larisa Antonoff was her half-sister, but when Risa made a decree, no one argued. And Risa had declared them full sisters to the bitter end, no matter that they had different mothers.

“Hmm, I know that look.” Risa raised an eyebrow at her as she set her phone aside. “What are you thinking about?”

“The first time you called me sister.”

Leaning back in her chair, Risa wrinkled her nose. “I’ve apologized for my behavior. Several times. In my defense, I was fourteen and my beloved daddy had just told me he had another perfect little daughter, so you need to cut me some slack.”

“That wasn’t the time I was thinking about. I was thinking about the day you told me we were sisters and that nothing anyone said could make that not true.”

Now Risa’s beautiful mouth curved into a smile. “And I was right, of course. Now, tell me why we’re taking this trip down memory lane and what it has to do with Ian.”

“It has nothing to do with Ian.” She shrugged. “I just don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Risa’s gaze narrowed and she leaned across the table to take Dorrie’s hand. “All right, now I’m worried. What’s wrong?”

Dorrie huffed out a sigh even as she curled her fingers around Risa’s and held tight. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m restless. I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin. Maybe I need to find something new to keep me occupied.”

Risa’s eyes widened. “You mean like running your own medical practice and playing soccer twice a week and volunteering at the clinic and yoga almost every morning isn’t enough? Do you want to know what I think’s missing?”

“Ris—”

“Sex.” Risa waved a finger in front of Dorrie’s face. “I’m sorry but you’re running yourself ragged when a good fifteen-minute fuck will do more for you than two hours on the soccer field getting pummeled by girls who look like they eat raw eggs for breakfast.”

Since she couldn’t argue with that logic, Dorrie gave Risa the finger. “And who do you suggest I find for this fifteen-minute fuck? I’m not exactly swimming in dates. And don’t even suggest some online dating site. Daddy would have a heart attack.”

“Daddy still thinks we’re both virgins. Hell, you might as well be. When was the last time you had actual sex anyway?”

Dorrie didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer because she’d have to think about it. And she didn’t want to examinethe fact that she hadn’t gotten laid in more than a year too closely.

So she countered with, “Your sex life isn’t much better than mine.”

Risa made a sweeping hand gesture. “True, but I’m not the one climbing the walls. They make these wonderful things called vibrators, you know.”

Dorrie couldn’t argue with that. “I don’t think that’ll solve my problem.”

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