Page 62 of Things Good Girls Don't Do (Rock Canyon, Idaho 1)

“Do you believe in God?” Katie didn’t really know anyone who didn’t go to church. There were several churches of different faiths around town, and everyone she’d grown up with attended one of them.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I remember having this friend in grade school who was really religious, and he tried to save me, but nothing ever stuck.”

She kissed his cheek, disappointed, but she wasn’t going to force him. Maybe some distance would be a good thing. Maybe it would temper some of her crazy thoughts that there was something more to this. “Well, I won’t mention it again, then. It will be good to spend some time apart today. It’s not like we haven?

?t seen each other every day for the last week.”

“Are you getting sick of me already?” he asked.

“No, but I’ve already played hooky from work to be with you. I’m not going to miss church too.” She gave him a little smirk over her shoulder, “That would be something I would never, ever do.”

Grinning, he said, “Oh yeah? So I should add ‘miss church to stay in bed with Chase’ to the list?”

“Nope. Never gonna happen.” She dropped the second towel, pulling up lacy red boy shorts and then slipping the matching bra into place.

Chase’s gray eyes turned the color of storm clouds as he asked, “Won’t lightning strike if you walk into church wearing fire-engine-red underwear?”

Katie laughed as she went to her closet and pulled out a simple black dress with red tulips along the hem. “I don’t think God or anyone cares what color my underwear is.”

“I do,” he mumbled.

She slipped on her red heels and walked past him to the bathroom, saying, “Well, I guess it’s a good thing you aren’t coming, then.”

Reaching his arm out, he pulled her back onto his lap, facing away from him. “So, if I go with you today, what do I get?”

Leaning back against him, she offered, “The satisfaction of no longer being called a heathen?”

“Hmmm . . . not something I’m concerned about.” His lips nibbled at the back of her neck and she shivered.

“How about you get to be with me all day?”

Chase slipped his hands under her dress and said softly, “Hmm, getting warmer.”

She grabbed his hands, laughing. “No. I do not have time for your shenanigans.”

He trailed his finger over her thigh and used his other hand to move her damp hair off the back of her neck. Leaving a trail of hot kisses over her skin, he whispered, “But you like my shenanigans.”

“Not on Sunday. I’m not going to show up to church all rumpled.”

Sighing he released her. “All right. No rumpling.”

Getting up, Katie went into the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup. Slipping a bit of lip gloss on her lips, she came out fifteen minutes later to find him gone.

“Chase?”

“Making coffee,” he called from the kitchen.

The more she thought about it, the more she was sure that space was the last thing she wanted. Chase really was as addictive as a drug, and his side effects included euphoria, giddiness, and other yummy feelings.

She caught him in the hallway and wrapped her arms around his waist. “All right, so are you coming with me or not?” By the pained look on his face, she took that as a no. “Okay, so no church, but do you want to go to the barbecue with me? I could come by your place and pick you up around two.”

Looking resigned he said, “There’s no getting out of this, is there?”

She kissed his chest. “Come on, it will be fun. You’ll love my friends, and if you’re a really good boy, I’ll give you a cookie.”

He grumbled as he gave her a kiss. “Better be a big cookie.”

“The biggest,” she assured him as she kissed him back.

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