Page 126 of The Good Girl

“Clearly, you’ve never had a footlong.”

She sprays water all over my face. I sit there for a moment, water dripping from my chin, before we both dissolve into fits of giggles.

“I’m never going to look at Havoc the same way again,” she gasps once she manages to catch her breath.

“Please try. The man’s ego is big enough already.”

“I can’t help it. And you’re so little. How are you not bow-legged?”

I sigh, knowing I have nobody to blame but myself for opening my mouth. Her eyes look down my body and pause on my crotch area, making me regret not tucking my chair under the table.

“Please stop staring at my vagina.”

“I can’t help it. I’m picturing that time I tried to charge my iPhone, only I had the cable backward. I was trying to squeeze the fat end into the tiny hole.”

I dead stare at her. “There is something very wrong with you.”

“I know,” she admits, banging her head on the table.

“Though now that you mention it, I’ve thought this a time or two, picturing Sunshine with Conan.”

“Right?”

“What are you two talking about?” Probe asks as he drops down into the seat next to mine.

“Slot machines,” I tell him, making Amity choke again.

“Huh?”

“You ever have the wrong kind of coin, and you try to shove it in any way?” she asks him.

“Only if I’m desperate,” he replies, making me and Amity crack up again. “Why do I feel like we’re not talking about slot machines?”

“Because you have a dirty mind, Probe.”

“Well, thank you.” He nods graciously. “You ladies want to make s’mores with me?”

“S’mores? Really?”

He shrugs. “I’ve got the fire pit going. Might as well.”

“I love s’mores. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Excellent. I get the two prettiest ladies all to myself.” He does an evil laugh as he stands. “I’ll grab the stuff and meet you outside. You might want to grab a blanket. It’s a little chilly.”

When he walks away, I look at Amity and smile. “You think these guys realize they’re breaking every stereotype we had about bikers?”

She focuses on something over my shoulder, so I turn and see Crane walking across the room with his kitten perched on his shoulder.

“I rest my case.”

“He does love his pussy.”

“Ew, yuk. Come on. I’ve got a couple of throws on my bed. We can grab those.” I get to my feet and head upstairs, Amity just behind me. I unlock the door and push it open.

Amity walks past me and sits on the edge of the bed before she flops backward. “So this is where the magic happens.”

I snicker at her. “You’re so weird.”

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