Danger
The phone was ringing.
Sibyl decided to ignore it, her answerphone would get it. She was too deliciously tired to bother.
When it stopped ringing, abruptly, she smiled sleepily but her smile was short-lived.
“Hullo?”
She heard this said in a husky, baritone voice.
Instantly awake, she twisted violently in the bed, pulling the covers over her br**sts, just in time to hear Colin say, “She’s right here.” His clay-coloured eyes, rimmed with their lush lashes, slid to her. “It’s for you.”
Ignoring the rush of warmth in her belly at the sight of his eyes and him in her bed, she snatched the phone out of his hand and covered the mouthpiece. “Of course it’s for me, who would it be for? Mallory?”
He smiled.
This smile was again lethal but not with danger, instead with the heady, pleasant aftermath of sex.
A lot of sex.
A lot of really, really good sex.
She ignored that too (and what it did to her belly, namely, making it flutter) and lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello?”
“Who was that?” her mother asked.
Sibyl sat bolt upright in bed, still holding the sheets to her chest.
“Mom?”
“Yes, baby, it’s your mother. Your sister phoned and told me you had a sure thing so I had to call.”
Sibyl dropped her forehead into her hand, rested her elbow on her thigh and closed her eyes in despair.
Her bloody, bloody sister.
Her bloody, bloody mother.
Who else on earth had two relatives that were so interested in their daughter/sibling’s sex life?
“It appears she was right!” her mother crowed ecstatically.
“What time is it there? It has to be…” Sibyl twisted around to look at the clock on the bedside table.
What she saw was Colin on his side, resting with his head in his hand and watching her, his eyes soft with interest.
And his eyes looked good soft with interest.
She twisted back so fast she was pretty certain she pulled something.
“It’s midnight, baby, and I’m about to go out and commune with nature,” her mother answered. “I thought I’d give you a buzz before I draw down the moon to see how your night went but I guess I don’t have to ask.”
“Mom –”
“Is he cute?”
“Mom –”