Free Back to Me without you (Sibling Love Book 1) by Christie Mack Page A

she didn’t hear the door open but jumped when Sam’s voice echoed through the room.
    “Good morning, sunshine! I see you’re finally awake.”
    Fuck!
    There was no sunshine about this morning.
    Abby groaned, covering her make-up smeared face with the back of her hand. It was still too early to contemplate further whatever happened last night and Sam’s voice was way too chirpy for her this morning.
    “What time is it?” Abby asked, staring up at the ceiling.
    Sam glanced down at the gold Rolodex on his wrist. “9 AM.”
    Abby sat up in bed, almost forgetting that she was wearing next to nothing. She held on tight to the comforter wrapped around her. Even if Sam had seen more of her than she would have liked last night, it didn’t mean he had to see her again this morning.
    “Why did you let me sleep in?” she asked, giving him a scrunched-up facial expression. “I’m not going to be able to sneak home now. Jessica and Steven will most likely be awake. They’ll give me shit to compensate for all the times I’ve given them shit about coming home late after a big night.”
    It was something she didn’t need to withstand. She already felt shitty for walking out on Jessica’s engagement party, on top of getting wasted with Sam.
    Sam shrugged his shoulders. “Look at the bright side, at least they can’t call you a good girl anymore.”
    Abby supposed he had a point, but how did he know she was such a good girl? Had she somehow blurted it out last night?
    Sam was putting on a pair of faded jeans, and a t-shirt was evident that showed Abby just how fit and toned he was.
    He ran a hand through his scruffy blonde hair that was standing up on its end. “I figured you could do with a little sleep-in. You did drink an awful lot last night.”
    “You did too. I thought we had the same amount of alcohol.”
    “I didn’t have as much as you. And besides, I have a better metabolism than you do. I can control my alcohol intake better than most people.”
    “So did we…?”
    “Sleep together last night? Well, we did ‘sleep’ together, so yes we did.” Sam laughed. He used air quotes to get his point across.
    Abby frowned. She was in no mood for laughing and smiling. “Don’t be silly. You know what I mean.”
    “Are you saying you don’t remember what we did last night?” Sam joked again, but Abby only folded her arms over her chest. “Then I either have some good or bad news depending on which way you’re going to take it. Yes, we had sex last night.”
    Oh, God.
    Abby collapsed down onto the pillow, shutting her eyes in an attempt to remember the events of the preceding evening.
    Had she been so wasted she couldn’t remember a single thing that happened? Abby had never been that drunk in her life, so why would she start now at twenty-eight years of age?
    A pounding headache was hitting her hard, and she used her index fingers to massage her temples. She lay there in silence, flashing back to the night before. She remembered leaving her sister’s engagement party early. She remembered Sam following after her and then taking a trip to her childhood home. She also remembered sitting at the bar of the hotel Sam was staying at and drinking a couple of glasses of wine. Anything after that was a hazy blur, although she did remember undressing. She wondered if Sam also had something to do with that.
    She groaned and gave him a glare. “You’re serious?”
    “Do you not remember anything from last night?”
    “Some,” she hedged. “The last thing I can remember is drinking with you at the bar of the hotel. So just tell me the truth. Did we have sex?” She could hardly believe she’d made such a fool of herself.

    Sam’s expression sobered, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. Did he tell her the truth or make up a lie she wanted to hear? He could see she was somebody who normally did not do this kind of thing. Hell, he didn’t either. On most occasions, he closed off his heart. He was always trying