Best Dating Rules Tamie Dearen (best e reader for academics TXT) 📖

he asked himself so often. Why did God give him sisters? The door opened again, and he turned, prepared to interrogate his sister, but it was Charlie who slipped outside.

“Hey, Spencer.” She waggled her eyebrows, sporting a devilish grin. “I hear you and my sister had an interesting morning.”

He felt his face heating up. “What did she say?”

“She didn’t give me any particulars, but I know there was kissing involved.”

“Oh.”

“I’m simply here to do what I feel is my sisterly duty.”

“What’s that?” At her serious tone, the hair stood up on the back of his neck.

“I’ve come to ask, what are your intentions with my sister?”

“Oh. Is that your sisterly duty? Does that mean Grace is doing the same thing with Emily?”

She cocked her head and grinned. “I don’t know. Maybe. But don’t change the subject—you haven’t answered my question.”

“It’s a personal question. Shouldn’t it come from Emily?”

Now Charlie’s face became truly serious. “Look Spencer. Here’s the thing. I like you and I think you’re really sweet. But my sister has been hurt by a guy before.” She gave him a honeyed smile. “And I’m here to tell you I will beat you to a pulp if you hurt her again.”

“Wow! Thanks for the warning,” he chuckled. “I’m not planning to hurt her.”

“You don’t understand. She’s not like you. She can’t be with one guy and then switch to another one. She’s an all or nothing kind of girl. She’ll expect commitment. And you’d better not lie to her or cheat on her.”

Spencer’s jaw dropped. “You obviously have a pretty low opinion of me.”

“I don’t think you’re necessarily a bad guy. I’m not trying to judge you. Lot’s of people do the friends with benefits thing. I know you’ve been a player—“

“I’m not a player! I guess it’s true I’ve had a lot of female friends, but they’ve only been friends—not friends with benefits. Not even a bit of benefit. No benefit at all. In fact, I had my first benefit of any kind with your sister this morning, and if I have my way, she’ll be the only one, ever.”

“Oh!” Charlie’s eyes grew round as golf balls, and she stared at him.

Embarrassed at his outburst, he turned to the grill and began crossly flipping the burgers, which had managed to get slightly charred on one side. He turned pleading eyes to Charlie. “Don’t tell her. Okay? It’s so awkward. I can’t believe I told you.”

“I think it’s sweet… And it might help if you told her the truth.”

“No way,” he said. “Maybe after we’ve been dating for a while. I can’t tell her now. I’ll tell her before we make a serious commitment.”

“Are you in love with my sister?”

“Yes,” he admitted in a low voice, “but I haven’t told her that either.”

Charlie let out a low whistle. “Well, I can’t promise it’ll be easy. But you’ve got my blessing, anyway. And I’ll fight for you.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks. That’s the second cheek-kiss I’ve gotten tonight.”

She smirked. “You’d better take what you can get.”

He felt distinctly uneasy as she slipped inside chuckling to herself.*****

Charlie joined the boisterous group inside the Marshall apartment. With this new revelation about Spencer, her opinion about their relationship solidified. She’d thought he’d be a good match for her sister because of how devoted, even self-sacrificing, he’d seemed. But now she’d discovered he wasn’t the type of guy who’d flit from one girl to another without regard for their feelings. In fact, he was exactly the opposite. She found herself more worried for Spencer than she was for her sister. Well, she had considerable influence where her sister was concerned, and she was not above resorting to tricks and schemes if necessary. Resolutely, she searched for Emily. She wouldn’t break Spencer’s confidence, but she’d do everything possible to sway her sister’s emotions and encourage her to take a chance on this relationship.

Spencer came in the backdoor with the burgers, and the crowd quieted when his father announced he would say the blessing. They had circled and bowed their heads, when a knock interrupted the proceedings. Grace ran to answer the door and returned with Brad and Josh in tow.

“Come in. We’re blessing the food. Then I’ll introduce you to my parents.”

Charlie stole a glance at her sister, whose face had turned pasty white. She followed her gaze to Spencer, who looked as if his face might burst open. She added a silent prayer for peace to Mr. Marshall’s blessing.

“Mom, Dad. This is Brad and this is Josh. They’re the guys I told you about—the ones that saved Emily on the hike,” Grace said.

Charlie couldn’t hear the rest of the exchange, but she whispered in Emily’s ear. “Sit next to Spencer, and I’ll try to keep Josh away from you.”

“Thanks, Spencer doesn’t look very happy. I think his reaction is a little extreme, though.”

“Well, Sister. They have some history. You just slept through it. Josh pushes his buttons and enjoys doing it.”

“Sounds entertaining, though. Sorry I missed it.”

“It was amusing, but not so much for Spencer. I think Grace hit it off with Brad, and I can handle Josh—I appreciate the challenge. Watch and learn, Sister. Watch and learn.”

The table in the kitchen would only seat eight, so a second table had been set up next to it. Tight seating and bumping elbows allowed eleven people to sit together. Emily sat next to Spencer, and Charlie claimed the other adjacent chair, effectively prohibiting Josh from sitting next to her.

Grace sat between Brad and Josh on the opposite side of the table, so Josh was directly opposite Charlie. He immediately turned his attention to Emily.

“How are you feeling? Have you been taking your anti-inflammatories?”

Emily opened her mouth to answer, but Charlie interrupted. “Josh, I hope you’re not going to spoil our meal by turning this into a medical exam. Emily’s quite capable of taking her required doses of medication without having someone check up on her. She’s the most organized and competent person