Page 45 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

“Dana says you were giving a presentation or…you were at a show last night,” Drew says with a nervous look to Dana.

“An awards show. She was a presenter,” Dana corrects. “How’d it go, Har?”

A genuine question that deserves a genuine answer. I’d love to give her a play-by-play. Tell her about how great I looked and all the compliments I got, not just on my outfit but on my work. I want to tell her about all the business cards I was able to exchange and how Dre and I had a fabulous time.

All that comes out is, “I fucked someone I shouldn’t have.”

Drew’s mouth drops open revealing half chewed coffee cake. Dana on the other hand, is unfazed. “Sorry,whodid you fuck?”

I blink. “Um. Someone that I shouldn’t have.”

“Would this have anything to do with the weird one-night stand you had in the treehouse?” she asks with her eyebrow raised.

“You had sex with someone in a treehouse?” Drew asks, eyes bugging out.

“You’ll catch up, Drew,” I say with a half-smile.

Dana is still waiting for an answer.

“Might have something to do with that.”

“And is the reason you shouldn’t have fucked this person because he may or may not be Dad’s best friend?”

My eyes bug out and Drew slaps a hand over his mouth to keep from asking another stupid question. “How the hell did you know that?”

“Because both of you were missing during the fireworks!” Dana shakes her head. “I can’t believe this. I thought I was going crazy, but you really fucked–”

“Lower your voice!” I cry out in a whisper. “He’s a public figure.”

“You slept with a politician?!” Drew asks urgently. “Which one?”

“Drew!” Dana scolds him.

“I just want to know if I voted for him,” he replies with a shrug.

I fold my hands over my eyes and lower my head. “Oh, my god. This is so embarrassing.”

“Harley! Did you seriously have sex with Grant?”

I peek through my hands at my sister. She looks slightly disappointed in me. I close my eyes again. “Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad,” Dana sighs. “Just…that’s a lot to take in.”

As I get the courage to pull my hands off my face, I hear Drew whisper, “Grant who?” to which Dana replies, “Grant Neville.” She shushes him before he can repeat the name back in shock.

“I know, it was such a mistake.”

“Such a mistake you did it twice,” Dana mutters.

“You’re not helping,” I say, finally looking at her.

“Sorry, just…” She takes a deep breath and folds her hands. “No, you’re right. I’m not being fair. Tell me about what happened.”

And so the story unfurls from me. How at the party, things just got out of control. The attraction and the chemistry were just unignorable.

“We swore it would be a one-time thing, but then…”

“You had him on your radio show.”

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