I Crave You - C.C. Wood Page 0,36

of the laundry room and went over the couch cushions. And the rug in front of the couch.

Good Lord, it looked like a bunch of mice had a junk food bender in front of my sofa.

I'd just put the vacuum away when Sierra came down the hall with the now-empty mug in her hand. She looked much more alert.

"Thanks for the coffee. You didn't have to do that."

"No problem," I answered.

She jerked to a stop in front of the coffee table. "Cam, dammit, you shouldn't clean up after me. I was going to do it."

"I know, but I didn't think there would be enough time before we have to leave, so I took care of it."

"I'm not a guest, Cam," Sierra stated.

I frowned at her. "What do you mean?"

"I'm family, which means that when I leave a mess, you should treat me the same way you do J.J. when he does it."

I couldn't suppress my smile. "So you want me to put the trash and crumbs in your bed and then make it up perfectly so you don't realize it's there until you climb inside?"

Sierra gagged. "Oh my God. Have you actually done that to J.J.?"

"Nope," I replied with a shake of my head. "But he hasn't left trash in my house when he stayed over, or I would have. It's been on the list since he was a teenager. Unfortunately, he grew up into a semi-responsible man who cleans up his own messes when he comes over."

"Are you saying I'm irresponsible?"

"Only when it comes to junk food," I retorted.

Sierra waved a hand at me. "Okay. Enough is enough. I don't have the brainpower to deal with this right now. I need at least three or four more cups of coffee before I can argue with you." She paused and studied me, a sly smile spreading across her face. "You look pretty today. Any particular reason?"

I glanced down at my clothes. "I'm not dressed any differently."

"No, but you have a...glow about you."

My eyes narrowed. "I got a good night's sleep. Thank you for the compliment."

"Uh-huh."

"Are you ready to go? You know how Mom gets when we're late."

"Let me get one more coffee to go and I'll be ready." Sierra moved past me into the kitchen. She prepped the coffeemaker and put a travel mug under the spout. While she waited, she turned toward me. "And don't think I didn't notice you changing the subject."

"Glad you noticed. Subject is still changed."

"Fine, fine."

Sierra put the lid on the travel mug and said, "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Same here," I muttered beneath my breath as I went to get my bag. I had it under control. I wasn't going to drool over Brody Murphy today. Not at all.

"What was that?" Sierra asked.

"Nothing. Let's go."

She gave me a knowing look but let it drop.

I was pretty sure today was going to end with me being completely embarrassed. Story of my life.

11

I was right. The afternoon was completely awkward.

And we were both to blame.

It didn't start out too badly. When Sierra and I entered my parents' house, Brody wasn't there yet. J.J., however, was. And he pounced on me immediately.

"Cam!" He grabbed me in a bear hug and picked me up off my feet. "How's my favorite little sister?"

"I'm your only little sister," I squeezed out, smacking his shoulder repeatedly. "Can't. Breathe. You. Jackass."

J.J. gave me one more hard squeeze, which forced a deep grunt out of me, then dropped me on my feet. He stared down at me, a slight frown on his face. "You look...different."

"Gee, thanks. That makes me feel special," I snarked. "And you saw me seven days ago! I can't have changed that much."

J.J. tugged on my ponytail and danced out my reach when I tried to smack him again. "I meant it in a good way, sis. You look kinda pretty."

My eyebrows rose. "Kinda?"

He grinned at me. "I can't tell my sister she's pretty. It's weird."

I rolled my eyes and elbowed him in the gut as I walked past him toward the kitchen. "It's only weird if you ask her if she comes here often right after you tell her she's pretty."

Sierra snickered behind me and J.J. glared at her.

"Hey there, J," she said.

There was a pitcher of tea and a set of glasses on the dining room table, so I filled up a glass and lifted it to my mouth.

"Sierra," he replied. Then a wicked grin crossed his face. "Hey, you're single now, aren't you? What do you think