When they finally came up for air, Mark offered a long, low whistle. “Whoa, Nelly.” The mic picked that up softly, then rattled and thunked loudly in Emily’s ear as he moved the mic back to his mouth.
“If ol’ Emma-girl there saw that, she’d crash us both into the ground but good.”
“Oh, not her. I’ve got her right where I want her. And you, little boy with the tender lips, I need to get you right where I want you.”
She was more shameless than Emily had thought. And that was pretty shameless. Peter couldn’t know about this and look the other way. If he did, then he wasn’t the man she knew so well, the man that she knew he must be deep down. Katherine had probably lied about Peter knowing. It would fit.
She considered calling back to have Mark open the door and shove Katherine out. And th
