Page 35 of Bad Call

“Why do you care?” he burst out.

“Because the less you say, the more I want to know. You’re hiding something.” Our eyes locked, and it dawned on me. My eyes widened in horror. “No way. No fucking way!” Baylor looked away again, which confirmed it. “I amnotthe only man you slept with.” Baylor shrugged, refusing to meet my eyes. “Say it out loud, Baylor.”

“You’ve already said it.”

“No.” I slammed the brakes again.

“Quit fucking doing that,” he growled.

“You can’t be serious,” I accused disbelievingly.

He finally looked at me, challenging me. “But I am.”

“Why? Why me?”

“Why youwhat?”

“Why did you pick me up in the club that night?”

“Ipickedyouup?” he asked, sounding incredulous. “It was the other way around.”

Now he wanted to split hairs? “So why did you go with me?”

“Why does anyone go home with anyone? You were hot and…”

“And what?”

“And you smelled really good. I liked the way you danced.”

I had a feeling my being his one and only carried a heavier weight than just coincidence.

“Why did you hit on me?” he asked.

“Like you said, I thought you were hot, and I liked your mouth.”

“My mouth? What kind of fucked up thing is that to say?”

I laughed. “I thought your lips might look good stretched around my cock. And they did.”

Baylor rolled his eyes. “That’s a total ‘man thing’ to say.”

Like he’d never thought the same thing about a woman. “Well, Blue, I’m a man in case you haven’t fucking noticed.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, you did.” Traffic slowed and I braked. Our gazes locked in challenge and awareness, and it turned into a smile. “So why hasn’t there been anyone after me? And don’t say it’s because you’ve been busy.”

“Because your cock was so unforgettable andamazing that I knew I could never replace it. Every man after you would be a disappointment,” he said snidely.

Jackass. “I’m not gonna quit asking until you give me a real answer.”

“I don’t have to tell you shit, Casey.”

There was a lot of responsibility that went with being someone’s first, and doubts began to creep in. “Was it so terrible that I ruined you for men? Did you not like it? Did I hurt you?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” he huffed.

“So you didn’t like it.” It was more of a statement than a question.

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