Calculated Exposure
“I feel like such an awful hostess. I swear I’ll make it up to you. Next weekend?” Erica hitched both camera bags onto her right shoulder and offered her lips up for a kiss.Curt obliged her. “You gotta work. It’s a grown-up thing. I understand. I should go, anyway. Grant’s flying out tonight, so I should spend a couple of hours with that guy. Closest thing to a brother I’ve got.”“I wish I had friends.”“Hmm?”“Nothing.” She climbed into her Jeep and gave him one more wave before he turned and walked to his car.What an odd statement. He was pretty sure he’d heard her right, but why wouldn’t she have friends? Weren’t women supposed to be social creatures? Wasn’t that how they were wired–to be community-minded?He brushed it off. He had too much on his mind as it was to worry about who else she spent her spare time with.Hours later when he pulled onto his duplex’s small parking pad, his usual spot was blocked by a massive SUV he recognized as his…well, there was no easy way to define their f...amilial connection, what tenuous one there was.MoreLess
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