Emily wasn’t sure who was more surprised, her or Eddie. He stared at her for a moment, not saying anything. She could see the war going on in his eyes, trying to decide what to do. Finally Emily couldn’t take the silence, “Never mind. It’s late. I should just get to bed anyway.”
“Oh, uh, really?” Eddie stammered, making Emily second guess her words. Maybe she should let him come up.
No, it was silly. Eddie didn’t want her. He was a good friend, not just to Nick, but to her too. She didn’t want to put him in an awkward position. He wasn’t starting to question his feelings for her the way she was for him, his feelings hadn’t changed.
“Yeah,” Emily said, waving her hand dismissively, “I shouldn’t have asked. It puts you in a weird position.”
“How does it put me in a weird position?”
Emily shrugged. “With Nick. You were obviously there with them and you ran out after me. Nick’s probably blowing up your phone already. He’s your best friend.”
Eddie leaned against the cold brick of Emily’s building, looking like he had all the time in the world. “Nick’s fine. I doubt he even noticed I’m gone.” Emily winced at the obvious implication of Eddie’s words. Eddie quickly amended, “I just meant-”
“It’s okay, Eddie. I know what you meant. You don’t have to defend him to me anymore. He’s with her now. He’s supposed to be distracted by her.”
“You seem to be handling this well,” Eddie said skeptically.
Emily shrugged. “I can’t change it. I don’t think I’d want to if I could.”
“Yeah. Maybe it’s part of getting over him, you know being pissed off or whatever, but I really think I was fooling myself before. We weren’t right for each other. If we were it wouldn’t have been so hard.”
Eddie looked at Emily making her nervous all over again. “Let’s go up and talk,” he said finally.
Emily heated from the inside out with the tone of his voice. Husky. Deep. Rough. Sexy. “Okay,” Emily finally said, shivering in anticipation of what was going to come next.