Page 55 of Things Good Girls Don't Do (Rock Canyon, Idaho 1)

“From who?” Katie asked.

“A couple of people around town. Oh, and that new gossip column said so too,” Holly said.

“I’m going to burn that paper.” Katie felt her cheeks warm at her stylist’s scrutiny. “I’m not sure what we are yet.”

“Well, all I know is, if I was seeing a stud like that, I’d make sure he was all mine. Brand him like a baby cow,” Holly said.

“You are so bad!” Kitty giggled.

“I’ll be out in a minute. I just need to grab a few things,” Katie said.

The other girls headed out and Katie lifted up her hair. In the small mirror on the door, she looked at the purple hickey Chase had left toward the back of her neck. She had always thought hickeys were disgusting, but the feel of Chase’s mouth latched onto her skin last night, sucking and kissing . . .

Well, it made her ache all over again.

She closed her eyes, thinking about the way they’d taken turns in the cuffs, using nearly all of both the edible gel tubes, eating the liquid off each other’s skin. She’d loved the feel of him straining under her when she’d cuffed him to the headboard, trailing her lips over his body until he had practically begged her to let him go. Once he was free, he had rolled her onto her stomach, cuffing her while he used his stubble on her back, making her squirm and writhe. Chase had undone the cuffs right before he brought her knees up and slid into her from behind, curling his body over hers. He’d kissed her neck while he’d slipped out of her slowly, running his erection in low and out high. Katie had pushed back against him as he’d used one hand to play with her breast and nipple. Bringing his other hand up, Chase had held both of her breasts in his hands while he kissed, licked, and sucked at the skin of her neck. Nuzzling her hair aside, he’d whispered just under her ear, “I can’t get enough of you, I . . .”

The door flew open and Katie, brought back to where she was, dropped her hair into place.

Kitty gave her a strange look and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Sure, just needed some stuff,” Katie said, hoping her burning cheeks didn’t make her look too suspicious.

“Okay, well, your first appointment is here.”

“I’ll be right there,” Katie said.

Yeah, I’ll be there, once I get my raging hormones under control.

Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the supply closet with a few bottles of gel. She saw Gemma Carlson standing by the reception desk and smiled at her.

Unfortunately, Jimmy was also there, looking sheepish, and her smile disappeared.

What in the name of all that is holy is he doing here?

“Hey Gemma, why don’t you head on over to my chair and I’ll be ther

e in a bit,” Katie said.

Gemma patted her arm as she passed. “Thanks for fitting me in. If you need me to pull the hurry-up-I-got-to-pick-up-my-kid card, I’m on it.”

Katie laughed. “I think I can handle him, but I appreciate it.”

“Well, it’s none of my business, but you just let me know,” Gemma said.

“What can I do for you, Jimmy?” Katie said, moving to stand in front of him.

“Can we talk outside? There’s something I want to say, but not here,” he said.

Katie hesitated, not wanting to cause a scene. “I’ve got a client waiting.”

“Please, it’ll just take a second,” he said.

New Katie wanted to tell him to go to hell, but Old Katie, the one who gave people the benefit of the doubt, said, “Okay, let’s go out front.”

He held the door open for her and followed her to the simple wooden bench in front of the shop window. Katie sat down and asked, “So what did you want to tell me?”

Jimmy sat next to her and reached out for her hands. She jerked them back and glared. “What are you doing? You said you wanted to talk!”

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