think—”
“Hey!” Tessa shouted, and Eric realized they’d both been yelling. “What is going on here? I think I missed something.”
Eric’s anger fell away like spilled water. He should’ve kept his mouth shut. Jamie, on the other hand, looked morbidly delighted.
He smiled. “Why don’t you ask Eric?”
Eric shook his head. He didn’t want to tell Tessa. She was his baby sister. He’d been her hero, once upon a time. “It’s just a fight.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I heard something about a woman coming in and starting an argument with Eric, but I assumed…” Her gaze slid to Jamie. “Everything’s okay with you and Olivia, right?”
“Olivia and I are great, but thanks for the vote of confidence. Ask Mr. Perfect here what that was about. Oh, and watch out for falling pedestals, Tessa.”
She rolled her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means the higher you are, the harder you fall. Especially if you’ve been pretending to be an angel.”
“All right.” Eric sighed. “That’s enough.”
“Not by far. But I’ll let you explain to our sister. I’ve got to get to work.”
Jamie disappeared into the barroom, and the doors swung silently in his wake, but Eric winced as if a door had slammed. His brain scrambled for a way to explain it all away, but he couldn’t think. He was so damn tired. And guilty.
Tessa folded her arms. “You’re having girl trouble? Is this April Fools’ Day?”
“I wish it were.”
“Come on. Give me the dirt.” She was smiling as if it was a joke, because she couldn’t imagine that Eric would ever do something scandal-worthy. He was the responsible one. The steady one. The one who never had time for fun, and didn’t miss it for a second.
“It’s no big deal,” he lied. “Just an argument with a woman.”
“Oh, is that all?” She leaned forward. “Seriously, Eric. What woman?”
“Someone I saw a few months ago. It was just one date. Nothing serious.”
“Then why did she come in here to yell at you last night?”
Oh, that. He held his breath for a few moments, hoping that an earthquake would hit or a tornado siren would begin to sound. Anything to distract his sister from the question. But no natural disasters struck. And Tessa would find out, whether he told her or not. “What did you hear?”
“Come on,” she groaned. “Out with it.”
Eric took a deep breath, but it didn’t make him feel any better. “The woman I went out with thought I was Jamie,” he said quickly.
Tessa didn’t react with horror. She didn’t gasp and press a hand to her forehead. She just snorted. “That’s ridiculous. You two don’t look anything alike.”
“Right. But she saw Jamie’s nameplate at the business expo last spring, and she thought I was Jamie. That’s all.”
“Oh. Well, that’s weird. Why would you… Whatever. As long as you didn’t sleep with her.” That was when her amusement finally fell away. “You didn’t, did you?”
Eric wished they were in his office so he could sit down. His legs didn’t feel quite right. He paced to the glass wall that separated them from the tank room and watched Wallace as he polished one of the tanks.
“Eric? I was just joking.”
He cleared his throat and made himself turn to face her. “I didn’t correct her at first, and then it seemed too weird to bring it up. I didn’t know what to say.”
“You slept with her and never told her your real name?”
“I wasn’t planning on seeing her at all! And then we…then we agreed that it would be a no-strings-attached thing. That we’d never see each other again, so I told myself it didn’t matter.”
Now she pressed a hand to her forehead. “Oh, no.”
“Yeah.”
“She found out.”
“Yeah.”
Her green eyes widened in dismay. “Oh, Eric. That’s just…terrible.”
“I know. I tried to apologize, to explain. But she was pretty pissed.”
“Pissed?” Tessa echoed. “She probably feels awful!”
“I wish I could go back and change it, but I can’t. At the time, it didn’t seem to matter much.”
“That’s ridiculous. Why didn’t you tell her your name? You must’ve had a reason!”
Yeah, he’d had a reason, but he wasn’t going to tell Tessa about it. The first moment he’d seen Beth Cantrell, he’d wanted her. And that was before he’d realized who she was. The manager of a sex store. The curvy, gorgeous, sophisticated manager of an erotic boutique. She’d been way outside the boundary of his world. And then…she hadn’t been.
She’d liked him. She’d been interested. Part of that interest had been Jamie’s reputation as a man who was willing to play the game. And Eric had thought… Hell, Eric had thought he deserved to have the kind of fun his irresponsible brother had every day of the week.
He’d figured his brother’s reputation was so wicked that one brief encounter wouldn’t matter to anyone. But Jamie now claimed that the majority of his reputation was exaggeration, that he had hardly dated at all in the past few years.
Eric rubbed a hand over the tension in his neck. “I don’t know. Every second I waited seemed to make it more significant. Suddenly, instead of a mix-up, it was a cover-up.”
Tessa put her hands on her hips and glared. “Then you shouldn’t have slept with her.”
“Right.” But that was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. Beth Cantrell was a fantasy. His fantasy, anyway.
“By the way, since when do you have one-night stands?”
His face flashed to a blush. “I…”
“Is that why you never seem to date? Because you just pick up strangers all the time?”
“No! Good God, Tessa. You should go…wash your mouth out or something. No, I don’t sleep with strangers all the time. Which should explain why I screwed it up.”
“You need to go talk to her.”
“I already apologized.”
“I know, but she must feel like an idiot, Eric. Because of you.”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “It’s not
