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Oh God.

Chapter 6

Emmett

Could this be going any better right now? What more could I ask for than an entire evening to treat Emily the way I wish I could be treating her every damn day of my life?

Hold her hand? Check.

Small touches of affection in front of her parents? Check.

Pecks on her cheek? Check.

Whispers in her ear? Check.

Hell, maybe if I do a good enough job here tonight, it’ll show Emily that I’m capable of being the man she needs…and the one she wants, and that I’ve been here the whole time.

Chesney inquisition?

Give it your best shot, old man.

I got this.

Wes and Mr. Chesney and I are finally seated comfortably in the living room. A fire in the fireplace crackles, warming the space around us. Just what I need while sitting on the proverbial hotseat. Wes gives me a sympathetic smile and a roll of his eyes, but I respond with a wink because whatever questions Detective Chesney has for me, I know I can answer with one hundred percent certainty. There’s nothing about Emily I don’t know by now.

“So, Emmett,” Mr. Chesney begins, leaning forward in his chair with his elbows on his knees. “Tell me, who’s your favorite porn star?”

Oh shit.

Warning sirens go off in my head.

It’s a trap! It’s a trap!

He wants me to answer this question, so I admit that I watch porn.

But then again, if I don’t answer this question or tell him I don’t watch porn, I’ll look like a huge dork. What normal guy hasn’t ever watched porn? We’re not in high school anymore. Even his own son has watched it because we watched it together with our other frat brothers back in the day.

I can already feel the sweat on my scalp and try my best to keep my heartrate down and stay calm. It’s just a question, man to man.

“Well sir, it’s been a little while, so I’m not familiar with up and comers, but if I had to name a favorite, I suppose Emily Willis is nice.”

“Emily Willis, huh?” the Detective repeats. “So, you do like porn then.”

Fuck.

“Well—"

“You have a thing with the name Emily?” he asks me.

“I thought you liked blondes?” Wes says, his eyes narrowed on me.

“What? Yeah. I do.” I shake my head quickly. “I mean, I did.”

“So, you used to like blondes but now your favorite porn star is a girl named Emily who has what color hair?”

“Uh…I guess it’s a dark brown?”

“LikemyEmily? Are you saying your favorite porn star looks like my daughter?”

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