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hard muscled
chest.
    His tongue exploring
her mouth thrilled her, but didn’t last. He moved to her neck,
planting little kisses all the way down to the point of her V-neck
shirt. When his warm lips caressed the spot between her breasts, she
shivered with anticipation. While clutching him tightly, she heard a
knock on her door. What the heck? Who dared to interrupt them? Desire
pumped throughout her body. She didn’t want it to stop and her
boobs definitely wanted some attention next.
    “Sydney,” her best
friend yelled through the door, “it’s me, Libby.”
    She moaned. “I better
let her in.”
    After she opened the
door, Libby stared at her for a long moment. “You look weird. What
have you been up to?”
    She ignored Libby’s
question and introduced her to Blake.
    “Hi, Blake,” Libby
said. “You must be the guy wanting a nonsexual relationship. Sydney
and I are best friends. I don’t want her to get hurt so don’t
take advantage of her.”
    “I would never do
that,” Blake said.
    Libby arched her
eyebrows. “Oh, I noticed your red face so thought something already
happened between you two.”
    Sydney shrugged. “Okay,
so you caught us. And kissing is still in the realm of platonic, I
think.”
    “Hey, I’m not
judging,” Libby sat on a green chaise. “You two should get to
know each other better. And if Blake should be wanted for any crime,
we’d know it. I’m sure Zach’s already been on the police
internet to check.”
    “Yeah, I’m one of
the good guys. Is Zach a police officer?” Blake asked.
    Sydney nodded. “He’s
a detective in the homicide squad.”
    Blake asked, “Is your
dad on the police force too?”
    She shook her head.
“He’s a principal at the high school. He always put any boyfriend
thru intense interrogations before I could leave the house. And my
mom was a teacher and play director while I was in school.”
    “In other words, the
Smith family is tight,” Libby said. “You don’t mess with them.”
    “I like that.
Family’s important.” He put his hand on Sydney’s thigh.
    Good for Blake, she
thought. He’d met Libby’s challenge.
    Libby stood. “I
better go. Craig’s waiting in the car for me.”
    “Why did he stay in
the car?” Sydney asked.
    Libby giggled. “He
was afraid to come with me to see you because of what happened last
Sunday night. Remember, you were in your underwear.”
    “Geez, I didn’t
expect visitors, plus you gave a quick little knock and opened the
door before I could throw a robe on.” She leaned forward. “And I
was decent.”
    “Depends on what you
call decent. Craig turned beet red.” Libby paused and pulled a
small notebook out of her purse. “I almost forgot. I have a list
for the bridal shower.”
    Sydney reached for the
notebook, then turned to glance at Blake. “Libby’s getting
married in July and I’m her maid of honor.” She rubbed her lower
lip and told Libby, “The deck at the house I want to buy would be
perfect for a shower.”
    Libby snapped her purse
shut. “I thought your mom wanted to have it.”
    “I’m sure she’d
help me at my house.” She sighed. “I like the sound of that—my
house.”
    Blake frowned. “I’m
hoping it’ll be our house.”
    “It can be.”
Sharing the house with Blake and Carter was looking better all the
time, but guidelines were necessary so no tension would exist. “I’m
thinking we should set some ground rules before we write a contract
for the house. Just like in sports, you can have a fair game as along
as everyone follows the rules.”
    Blake grinned. “One
rule should be that we don’t use the adjoining door when we're in
our underwear.”
    She laughed. “I can't
see that happening.”
    “You never know. You
might need a cup of sugar or something and forget you're not
dressed.”
    “Well, for one thing.
I keep a well-stocked kitchen. I always have sugar.”
    “I don't.”

Chapter Four
    After they told Libby
bye, Blake put his arm around Sydney. “Were you