Undercover with the Hottie (Investigating the Hottie) by Juli Alexander Page B

for them to come in. He didn't release me though. “Hey,” Sidney said, giving us a worried look. “Logan said you were freezing, and he asked me to check on you.”
    “I'm okay. We went on the roof and it was too cold. I'll be back downstairs in a few minutes.”
    “Okay,” Sidney said. “I'll let Logan know you're okay.”  She pulled the door to behind her.
    “You getting warm yet?” Will asked quietly, squeezing me tight in his arms.
    “A little.”  His lips were right there, and I turned my head a little bit. Then his lips met mine and I leaned into him, deepening the kiss.
    A human squeak from the doorway startled us, and Will's eyes opened wide as we sprang apart.
    “Sidney,” he said, jumping up so fast he nearly knocked me off the bed. “Sidney!” he yelled.
    By the time I stood and cast aside the blanket, Will had run after her. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. What were we going to do? What were we going to tell her?
    Poor kid must be freaking out.
    I pulled off the coat and tossed it on the bed as well. If this went down like I feared it would, I'd be leaving this party in a hurry.
    I heard Will calling for Sidney, and I followed the sound into another bedroom. He was standing outside a door, his expression bleak. “She's locked herself in the bathroom.”
    We were going to be in so much trouble with Nic and Christie. And GASI.
    I went over to the door. “Sidney, I beg you. Please don't text anybody or tweet or anything. Please listen to us first. I promise we can explain. We aren't brother and sister.”
    “Somebody could hear you,” Will cautioned.
    “Sidney, please. I promise it's all okay.”
    “I'm not coming out without Logan or Leah.”
    Will shook his head, frustration practically dripping from him. “We have messed this up so bad.”
    “We don't have a choice, do we? We have to read her in, and Logan too.”
    “Nic is going to kill us.”
    “Not if Christie gets to us first.”
    “Sidney,” I called, my voice cracking. “We'll get Logan. Just hang on.”
    “Don't text anybody, Sidney,” Will begged. “Please.”
    I turned to go search for Logan, but he'd already found us. He stood in the doorway. “What's going on? Is Sidney sick?”
    “No,” I assured him. “She's probably puking, but not because she's sick.”
    “Not helping,” Will said. Then he said to Logan, “Can you come in and shut the door? This is going to entail some drama, and we can't risk anybody hearing.”
    Logan did as asked. Then he narrowed his eyes. “Did something happen to my sister?”
    “No. She's fine.”
    His shoulders relaxed infinitesimally. “What's going on?”
    “Sidney,” I called to the door. “Logan's here. Will you come out and let us explain?”
    The door opened and Sidney stepped out. She refused to look at either me or Will, and she rushed over to her brother and buried her face against his chest.
    “What did you do to her?” Logan glared at Will.
    “She saw us kissing,” I said. “She freaked out.”
    Logan's mouth hung open like a fish gasping for air.
    “We aren't brother and sister. We're actually dating, but we had to pretend to be brother and sister.”
    “Why? That's crazy. What... why?” Logan asked.
    “We're undercover,” Will said. “We're investigating a situation at the UN.”
    “That's ridiculous. Why would you be hanging out with us if you were investigating something? And why would it matter if you were twins?”
    “Would it be okay if we went back to our loft where we could do a better job of explaining everything?”
    Sidney looked up from her brother. “So you're some kind of spies?”
    “Yes,” I said.
    “And your parents and grandmother are too?”
    I went with the easiest answer. “Yes.”
    “We really can't afford to compromise this mission,” Will said. “We can read you in, and then you can decide whether you want to speak to us afterward.”
    “Logan?” I asked. “What do you say?”
    He looked at me and nodded. “Let's go sort