Full of anticipation

EMILY

"Please, call me Kyle."

The man they'd introduced as Mr. Cunningham sat at the bar next to me, sip- ping on his whiskey and smiling at me as though I were the only girl in the room. Every now and then, he would turn his attention to the other guests, but I never felt like he was focusing on anything but our conversation.

"But that really is enough about me. I'd love to hear about you; I don't recall see-

ing you here—or in any other club around here for that matter," he said, look-

ing down at me as he lifted his glass to his lips and took a drink.

I immediately felt flustered and began stumbling over my words. I had kept up

my sister's identity throughout the entire evening, but now that I was with a

man who not only found me attractive, but didn't recognize me as my sister, I felt I had the opportunity to drop the act and tell him the truth.

"My name is Emily Shadows. I'm a model." So much for telling him the truth.

Kyle looked at me for a moment with raised eyebrows, as thoug