Page 83 of Hot Cops

There was nothing brotherly about the kiss she and Landon had shared.

“That kiss didn’t mean anything, Finn,” she insisted quickly. Landon had offered an explanation that both of them seemed willing to live with.

Except they hadn’t seen each other in a week to test the theory.

“Sunnie…” Finn started.

“I’m serious. Nothing has changed.”

She had been the pest of a little sister bugging him and Finn since they were kids, and now they were friends. No. More than that. He was like another brother to her. She would never jeopardize that. No matter how amazing a kisser he was.

Unfortunately, watching the kiss on the screen only reminded her how freaking hot it was. And that horniness emotion returned.

Finn frowned, and she could see he didn’t believe that the kiss was nothing.

“It’s not the first time the two of you have kissed lately,” Yvonne pointed out, very unhelpfully.

Sunnie narrowed her eyes. “April Fools doesn’t count, Vonnie. Landon and I were both drunk and we’d overdosed on the bacon buffet. Plus, I was Jasmine—I was feeling very Dance of the Seven Veils that night. You can’t hold me responsible for anything I do when I’m in Disney Princess mode.”

Yvonne and Darcy laughed and agreed with that argument. Finn crossed his arms, shaking his head.

“Besides,” Sunnie continued, “neither one of us even remembers it!”

She tried to hold on to that lie. The tequila had wiped away any inhibitions she might have had in regards to kissing her brother’s best friend.

It was all that talk about what he liked in the bedroom. Sweet merciful heaven. He’d said the words, and it had taken everything she had not to strip off her costume right then and there.

She recalled leaning toward him, and while she’d been tipsy—okay, drunk—she was ninety-two percent certain that Landon had met her halfway. And he’d definitely been the first to introduce tongues to the kiss.

No. Crap. Maybe that had been her.

But she definitely hadn’t forced him to snake his hand over her bare waist to tug her closer.

“It really doesn’t mean anything?” Darcy asked. “Because it looked?—”

“I was upset,” she wasn’t, “and he was comforting me,” he wasn’t, “so yes, I swear it was nothing more than that.” It hadn’t felt like nothing. God, it had felt incredible. And she’d wanted more. A lot more.

She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed that thought away, refusing to go down that path.

Brother. He was like a brother to her.

Funny how that word no longer felt like it applied. In fact, it felt downright wrong.

“Are you sureLandonwould agree that it’s nothing?” Finn asked.

Sunnie nodded, not sure at all. “Yes. It was a mistake. We laughed it off and now it’s over.”

Had they laughed? She couldn’t recall.

Shit. The video could probably tell her.

Finn studied her face, and she worked hard to hold his gaze, to dare him to argue with her about it.

She was on system overload, between the near mugging, the punch, the kiss, her patient dying, the video and now…Finn’s face.

Was he angry about the kiss? Upset by it?

Landon was Finn’s best friend. Was her big brother feeling protective of her? Hell, was he feeling protective of Landon? Ever since graduation, they’d become a gang of three—her, Finn and Landon. She liked to joke that it had taken her over a decade to wear them down, but in the end, she’d finally made them play with her.

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