She shrugged. “Good, I think. I just had a phone screening.” And her world rocked afterward. “Hoping that leads to a trial run. We’ll see.”
Her body heated as the memories washed through her of Dante and the things he’d done to her with his hard, ripped, magnificent body.
“Well, it must’ve gone well. You’re looking pleased,” Olivia remarked.
Emily eyed her closely and then smiled. “Yeah, sheislooking pleased all right, but I think it has more to do with her new neighbor.”
“Oh? Do tell.” Olivia leaned closer. “Who is he? I want the deets.”
Heat seeped into Amanda’s cheeks. “His name is Dante.”
“Oh, great name,” Olivia murmured, a smile tugging her lips.
Amanda nodded. “I know, right? He’s a single father with an adorable two-and-a-half-year-old little boy.”
Her sister’s smile faded. “Sounds like it could be complicated waters.”
She nodded. “Yeah, but we’re taking it slow.”
“Dante is another of Holden’s military brothers who now works for ESI,” Emily said, before drinking her sangria.
“Those guys are easy on the eyes,” Olivia said. “Hey, wait. Is he the Shemar Moore lookalike? I saw him at the bakery with the guys the other day.”
Emily snapped her fingers and set her glass down. “Yeah, that’s him. Like Shemar in his old F.B.I. TV role.”
Oh, wow, her sisters were right. Dante did resemble the actor back then.
“Well, I think it’s smart that you’re taking it slow,” Olivia said.
Emily snorted. “Not sure sleeping with him is taking it slow.”
That heat returned with a vengeance and scorched Amanda’s cheeks. “Keep your voice down,” she muttered, glancing around, hoping no one heard her sister.
The band was still playing, and the people at the nearby tables were too busy eating and conversing to pay them any mind.
Thank God.
She didn’t relish sharing her sex life with the public. Or even with her sisters, for that matter.
“Fine, but don’t go trying to deny it,” Emily said, a smug grin on her lips. “It’s as plain as the blush on your face.”
An apologetic gleam entered Olivia’s eyes. “Sorry, Mandy. She’s right. It always gives you away.”
Blowing out a breath, Amanda reached for her drink. “I know. Dammit.”
“Don’t sweat it.” Her sister shook her head and her curls bobbed. “I think it’s great. You two are a good match, and you’re good for little Noah, too.”
Warmth swept through Amanda’s chest, and it wasn’t from the sangria sliding down her throat. She set her glass on the table and smiled. “Thanks, Emily. I hope so.”
She loved playing with Noah, encouraging his imagination, his curiosity, and helping to foster a sense of responsibility at the sanctuary.
“I’m curious,” Emily said, leaning closer. “Does Dante have washboard abs like Shemar?”
Amanda gasped. “Emily!”
“What?” Her sister blinked. “He’s former Delta, former Phoenix police, and now ESI. I’m betting his abs would give Shemar a run for his money.”
“Washboard abs aren’t all they’re cracked up to be,” Olivia stated, a slight frown on her brow.
