Page 196 of One Bad Idea

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I stifled a giggle. "So youbrokein?"

"Nah." He gave me a sideways glance. "Youseeanything broken?"

"No," I admitted. "But I can't see the outside fromhere."

"Good."

"Wait, why is that good."

"Because there's nothing to see."

I felt a goofy smile spread across my face. In a voice filled with love, I murmured, "There is too."

"Yeah? What's that?"

I was still smiling. "You."

When we reached the garage's exit, he turned to face me head-on. With a wicked grin, he said, "And don’t you forget it."

As if I could.

We were halfway to my apartment when I suddenly realized something. "Hey, wait a minute…"

"What?"

"A few months ago, you gave me a ride home."

"Yeah, so?"

"You remember the reason, right? It was because just like today, I'd locked my keys in the truck."

"So?" he repeated.

"So, if you were able to get in, why didn't you then?"

He was smiling again. "Why do you think?"

I couldn’t help but smile back. "It wasn't just to give me a ride home, was it?"

"Hell yeah, it was."

I laughed. "No."

"Yes."

"But you didn't even like me."

"Wanna bet?" he said. "You drove me fucking crazy."

"Yeah? Well you drovemecrazy, too."

"Good."

"No," I laughed. "It wasn't good. It was terrible."

"Admit it, you loved it."

I tried to glare. "I did not."

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