“How come I’ve got to cough up information but you’re not handing any out?” She huffs a breath.

“Fine, but you better not say anything.” Oh, this must be some Score sibling thing because I’ve never seen Emily interested in anyone. The boys at school would fall at her feet and kiss them if she’d let them. I motion with my hand, pretending to zip my lips and throw the key away.

“You don’t know him, but he’s a family friend.” She licks her lips. “I’ve been in love with him forever, but he doesn’t know I exist.”

“That hickey says otherwise,” I point out. Emily reaches up and touches the spot on her neck.

“Lapse of judgment. He can stick it up his ass. He’s been ignoring me for years, and then he thinks he can show up and boss me around. I think not.” She folds her arms across her chest in irritation. “Your turn.”

“He kissed me,” I admit.

“I already knew that part. I mean, I don’t want all the details.” She pretends to gag. “I more want to know if my brother is in deep.”

“He hasn’t been in deep.”

“Ahh! Molly!” Emily bursts into laughter. “I can’t believe you made a sex joke. I didn’t know you had it in you.” I have to admit that it feels nice to have someone to share all of this with.

“I’m not a total prude.”

“I know. Sometimes I steal your books.” I roll my eyes at her.

“We shared a bed, and like I said, he’s kissed me.” I lick my lips. “A lot and maybe all over?” I add. I leave out the part about her brother coming all over me. I’m still not sure what to make of that. I thought maybe it was an accident in the heat of the moment, but I’m not so sure that’s true.

“Okay, okay.” She holds her hands out. “I don’t need to know more but wow.”

“Why is this so shocking? I mean maybe on my end, but is it really on your brother’s? He’s a man.”

“I think the men around here are really discreet or something because people love gossip, and I haven’t heard about my brother kissing anyone ever. Unless you count Courtney.” A flare of jealousy rocks me at the mention of another woman’s name. I know I’m being ridiculous, but I can’t help it.

“Courtney?” I ask, only to be interrupted.

“Girls, how are we getting along in here?” My mom comes into the room, wearing a beautiful blue dress that molds to her body. Why didn’t she give me any of those tall, skinny genes? If not for our eyes and lips, my own mom looks more like my stepsister.

“Only have to put our dresses on,” Emily tells her.