something—I don’t know what, but it won’t be pretty.”
“Well, you can thank me with a hot fudge sundae because I’m about to save your butt.”
“What? You’re going to dress in drag and be my final male subject?”
“Are you ready for some good news or not?”
“I am so ready.”
Brenda paused dramatically. “I’ve got a guy for you.”
Emma frowned. This had better not be one of Brenda’s setups. Although it seemed she’d given up trying months ago. “Define that further.”
“My brother.”
“The womanizer?”
Brenda cleared her throat. “That’s not exactly how I’d categorize him. Women are drawn to him.”
“You said once he had a different ‘flavor’ for each week.” Emma stared at her pathetically short fingernails. At least she wasn’t biting them anymore. Maybe they’d look halfway decent in time for the reception.
“I know, but not because he necessarily encourages it.” Brenda sighed. “Nick’s one of those guys women do silly things for…even the ones you’d never expect to behave like that act like brainless morons around him.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “And you want me to go out with him?”
Her friend laughed. “Oh, God, no. He’s volunteering to be your test subject.”
Heat singed Emma’s face. She knew she was bright red right now, a curse of her fair Irish skin. “I knew that.”
Brenda chuckled. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Em. He’s my brother and I love him…I even like him most of the time. But I would never try to fix you two up. Trust me.”
“I’d been thinking about the Dean’s reception and my mind was on a different track so I—” Emma’s muttering came to an abrupt halt as realization sunk in. “He’ll do it? For the whole two weeks?”
“Yup.”
“Why?”
“He owes me a favor.”
Emma got a funny feeling in her tummy. “Does he want to do it?”
“No.”
“Great.”
“Have any of your subjects wanted to do it? If I remember correctly, you did an awful lot of bribing and bartering.”
“True, but this is the end of the line. He can’t bail out on me because he has something else to do, or decides he doesn’t like being asked a gazillion questions.”
“He won’t bail. We have an understanding.”
Emma hesitated, not that she had much choice. As she’d said herself, it was the end of the line. Heaven help her if she didn’t finish her thesis. Not only was she flat broke, but the job they’d promised her at the clinic would be given to someone else who already has their master’s. “Does he have any time restraints?”
“I doubt it. He does some day trading on the Internet, some charity work, and he just got over his hobby of tinkering with old cars. He doesn’t have a regular job.”
Emma thought hard, trying to remember what Brenda had said about her brother. All she recalled was that he’d been a gifted student, who hated school but parlayed his genius into a small fortune. And that he was a real charmer with the ladies.
Good thing Emma was immune to that kind of stuff. Sex was overrated, in her opinion, media hype, advertiser’s bait. One encounter had been enough to satisfy her curiosity.
She switched the phone to her other hand, and then flipped through her calendar. “Does he know we’ll have to get started right away?”
“He knows.”
Her pulse started speeding with renewed hope. Brenda knew how important this was to her. She wouldn’t volunteer her brother unless she felt confident he’d see the study through. “I’d like to get started tomorrow.”
“He’ll be there.”
“I owe you a hot fudge sundae. Hell, I owe you twenty of them.”
“Forget it. My thighs can’t take it.” She sighed, and then paused. “Em, don’t let Nick get to you, okay?”
Emma laughed. “Afraid he might charm the pants off me?”
Brenda laughed, too. “You’re right. I don’t have to worry about you. Besides, you aren’t even his type.”
Emma winced. She knew her friend didn’t mean anything by that remark but it still smarted. Guys had never been attracted to her, not like they were to other girls. She’d been too busy studying to date, and the only boys who had asked were bookworms and nerds, too.
“Okay, this is for sure and I can go ahead and reserve the lab for tomorrow afternoon?”
“It’s for sure,” Brenda said. “What time?”
“I’m working the lunch shift tomorrow, and if you don’t mind skipping our coffee date, we can start at three.”
“No problem. I’ll tell him.”
“Let me know if that time is okay with him.”
“It will be.”
Emma frowned. Brenda sounded awfully smug. “You didn’t do anything illegal to get him to volunteer, did you?”
Brenda just laughed.
2
TARDINESS WAS ONE of Emma’s two major pet peeves. She muttered a couple of choice words as she fumbled with the key and finally unlocked the lab door. She bypassed her desk and hurried to the back room, more an oversized walk-in closet than anything else, and dropped her backpack on the small refrigerator they kept full of soda to ease the long hours of lab work.
Only she and two other graduate students used the place but there was so much personal junk stowed between the two metal filing cabinets anyone would think an army of students lived here. While she prized neatness, she overlooked the mess the others left. She understood how so many long hours working in the lab stole time and energy.
What she didn’t understand was how everything could have gone to hell at the pub in a matter of minutes, and at the end of her shift, too. Of all days for Manny to knock a tray of drinks out of her hands, and then take off for the beach before he helped her clean up. Of course everyone else disappeared, too, even the bartender.
She started to undo her coat and gritted her teeth when she split a nail on the second button. Was she ever going to be elated when she could finally quit that awful job. In more ways than one. She looked down and made a face at the ridiculous red, satin teddy-like thing she had to wear, and then
