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colorful terms than she would normally use.
    “Of course I came right here. Like I said before, I know you.” Sam frowned, her blue-green eyes full of worry.
    “Melody is BigPimpin372’s mom, I take it. What’s his name? Josh?”
    Sam nodded. “Yeah. Josh Northrup. Jake says he’s a total failure-to-launch. She went in to make his bed today once he rolled out of it, and he’d forgotten to log out of his account on his laptop. Luckily he’s still afraid of his mom.”
    “I know Melody a little. He should be,” Emma said, knowing the wave of relief she felt was an overreaction. That stupid video had been up all day yesterday, and from her small sampling of the many comments on it, the damage was done. Not to mention that she’d had quite a live audience to begin with—on Saturday nights in the Cove, the Tavern was the place to be. Still, at least the video was gone, even if the gossip wouldn’t be.
    “Good,” she breathed. “That’s good.” The invisible bands around her chest loosened a little with the knowledge that no matter what anyone said, the evidence of her public display of ridiculousness was gone. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.
    And this, all of this, was a distraction she didn’t need. As if yesterday morning hadn’t been enough to throw her off. Seth’s name surfaced in her thoughts just in time for her to try to stomp it back down.
    “Thanks,” she said to Sam, who was still watching her with that concerned look on her face, like she might spontaneously combust at any second. “Tell Jake thanks,too,” Emma added. “I’m glad it’s gone, and I’m glad you told me.”
    “Well, you’re welcome. I’m glad I made you feel better.”
    “It’s not going to be better for a while yet. Ask me how I feel in a month or two.” When Sam’s brows went up, Emma relented a little. “Yes, you made me feel better. I appreciate it.”
    Sam’s bright smile was a reward in itself, but as much as Emma would have liked that to be the end of this particular visit, her sister stayed put. It wasn’t hard to guess why. Emma bit the inside of her lip and mentally girded herself to run the rest of this gauntlet. The people who’d once tormented her sister as a quiet misfit had never seen this side of Sam—the stubborn, nosy side that came complete with the slightly bent sense of humor all the Henrys shared.
    It was good to have Sam back—better than Emma had imagined—but today, she would have preferred to brood silently over endless cups of coffee. Finally, she gave in.
    “What?”
    “The hot cop? I brought you good news. Can’t you toss me a scrap of information? Anything?”
    “I don’t think Jake will be happy if I give you his number.”
    Sam swatted her arm. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
    Emma rolled her eyes. “You want scraps? Fine. They’re all I’ve got. For whatever reason, Seth decided to keep watch over my sorry, drunken butt until I sobered up. Apparently he’s a nice guy. I wouldn’t know much more than that, because I have no intention of seeing or speaking with him again unless I try to one-up myself and actually get arrested for public intoxication someday.” She shuffled a few papers around on her desk. “It’s nowhere near as interesting as people are saying.”
    “How do you know what people are saying? You’re a mole person.”
    “I can guess.” She looked away, her voice dropping when she muttered, “And I read the YouTube comments.”
    Sam winced. “Why? Why would you do that? Comments sections are the cesspits of the Internet!”
    “You would have read them, too,” Emma pointed out. “People think I used my feminine voodoo powers to have hot monkey sex with the cop who broke up your bachelorette party.”
    Sam looked less disgusted than intrigued. “So . . . did you?”
    Emma’s mouth dropped open. “No!”
    “Oh, don’t get all huffy that I might have wanted it to be a little bit true.”
    Emma felt her mouth twisting as her brows drew