Page 20 of The Good Girl

“Of course he is.” He shakes his head and chuckles. “You know what, Nevaeh, I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

“You don’t know my father, or—” He cuts me off, pressing his finger to my lips.

“You’re legal, right?” he asks, taking his finger from my lips.

“Legal to… what? Have sex?” He nods. “Of course I am. I’m twenty-five.”

“Then it’s none of his business. I understand he might not be happy with the idea of his little girl being with a biker, but it’s not his decision. It’s yours. Life’s short. Tomorrow’s a gift, not a guarantee.”

He’s right. Hell, I know that better than anyone. But still, I’m not the type of girl he’s used to. Why would Havoc be interested in me?

“It really doesn’t matter anyway, not when he realizes this is what he’s getting.” I wave a hand over myself.

“All I see is a beautiful, smart, funny woman. And if Mr. President doesn’t take his shot, I’ll be happy to step in.”

My mouth drops open.

“You might want to close your mouth; it’s making me think of all the ways I want to fill it.”

My mouth snaps closed so quickly, I hear it click.

“Relax, I’m not going to maul you. But you should know you’ve got options, and most women think I’m a pretty good catch.”

“How on earth did you manage to fit that ego of yours on this plane?”

“Let’s just say I’m used to carrying big things around.”

The rest of the flight flew by—no pun intended—with Ambros keeping me entertained. And by the time we land, I realize I’ll be sad to see him go. As we wait for our luggage to arrive, he nudges me and almost sends me flying.

“Thanks for that, Bigfoot.”

“Gimmie your phone.”

“Why?”

“So I can steal it,” he deadpans, holding out his hand. “I wanna know what happens with you and Mr. President.”

I unlock my phone and hand it to him. After a few moments, I hear his phone chime, and he hands mine back to me.

“There, now I have your number, and you’ve got mine. I need to know what happens next.”

“Well, what happens next is me surviving my first book signing.”

“Book signing? Oh, right. My sister’s the same. She’s obsessed with this author she’s just found. She keeps trying to get me to read the books too, but they aren’t really my thing.”

“What’s the author’s name? If they’re going to the same signing as me, I might be able to get a book signed for her and send it your way.”

“Seriously? She’d love that, and I’d cement myself as her favorite brother.”

I laugh. “How many brothers are there?”

“Oh, just me.”

I look at him for a second before laughing..

“It’s Celeste something.”

I freeze.

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