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"After they left, Emma returned to her Jasper-burger consumption with gusto. She'd asked Lisa once to find out the recipe for their seasoning mix, but Kevin wouldn't give it up. Plus, as Lisa had pointed out, it wouldn't do Emma any good to have it since she couldn't cook worth a damn, anyway. "So about what I said before," Sean said after he'd wolfed down his food, "about not wanting them to know we've had sex. It's not that I'm trying to hide it, I just..." "Don't want them to know." "Yeah." "That makes sense." His face brightened. "Really?" "No." "Damn." He'd finished his beer, so he took a swig off the glass of water she'd requested with her meal. "Under normal circumstances, I'd want everybody to know we're sleeping together. Trust me. I'd put a sign on my front lawn." "But these aren't normal circumstances." "Not even in the ballpark. I have this bet with my brothers I'd last the whole month and I don't want to listen to them gloat." Of course he'd have a bet with his brothers. Such a guy thing to do. "But it's more about the women." "The women?" "In my family, I mean. Aunt Mary, especially. They might start thinking it's more than it is. Getting ideas about us, if you know what I mean." Emma ate her last French fry and pushed her plate away. "So we have to pretend we're madly in love and engaged...while pretending we're not having sex." "Told you it complicates things." "I'm going to need a color-coded chart to keep track of who thinks what." He grinned and pulled his Sharpie out of his pocket. "I could make Sticky notes." The man loved sticky notes. He stuck them on everything. A note on the front of the microwave complaining about the disappearance of the last bag of salt-and-vinegar chips. (Emma had discovered during a particularly rough self-pity party that any chips will do, even if they burn your tongue.) A note on the back of the toilet lid telling her she used girlie toilet paper, whatever that meant. He liked leaving them on the bathroom mirror, too. Her personal favorite was But sometimes they were sweet. And... That one had almost made her cry."