Page 57 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell (Rock Canyon, Idaho 7)

He nodded.

“You write books. Make a mean drink. Fix houses. Anything you don’t do?”

“Relationships.”

Well, why in the fuck had he said that?

She closed the door without responding and went around the corner.

“Holy effing shit balls! Screw the guest bathroom, this baby is mine!”

Eric grinned, glad that his stupidity hadn’t ruined her mood. He leaned around in time to watch her climbing into his giant Jacuzzi bathtub. He’d had it custom-made to accommodate him and…guests.

“If you’re done plotting to steal my bathtub, how about we head out?”

She leaned her head back, closing her eyes. “Why would I ever want to leave this spot?”

Eric’s gaze traveled the length of her throat and over the deep V of her sweater neckline, picturing her naked and under bubbling suds in his tub.

Damn, I have to get her out of here.

“Because what I have planned is better than that tub.”

Her eyes popped open, and she climbed out. “Not sure that’s possible, but tell me more.”

“I’d rather show you.”

Chapter Nineteen

“Ever notice how really romantic songs always mention moonlight and stars? Makes me think some of you folks looking for love should go camping every night.”- Miss Know-It-All’s Gossip Column.

Gracie’s heart pounded as Eric killed the headlights and rolled down the back driveway of Rejuvenation Hot Springs.

“This? Your adventure is to sneak onto private property and what?”

Eric put the car in Park and killed the engine, grinning at her in the moonlight. “And I thought we could sit and relax a spell in one of their private tubs.”

“How am I going to relax? You know Mr. Melvin keeps a loaded shotgun right by the door for trespassers! Plus, if he lets that giant Saint Bernard out, we’re toast! That dog weighs more than both of us combined!”

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, Gracie Lou, even for you.” He opened his car door and wiggled his eyebrows beneath the gray brim of his beanie. “Besides, it’s not an adventure if there isn’t a bit of danger to it.”

Gracie shook her head but opened her car door and stepped out. She hadn’t done anything like this since she was eighteen and stupid Doug Dooley had talked her into sneaking onto the Andrews’ dairy to do a little cow tipping. Of course, that had ended with the Andrews’ cattle dog, Misty, chasing them both off the property and Gracie tearing her favorite pair of jeans. That was almost fourteen years ago. She was a grown-up now. You didn’t trespass, and you didn’t go skinny-dipping in the middle of the night like a couple of kids trying not to get caught.

He waited by the hood of his car, his breath fogging in front of his face. “You coming or what?”

“This is a bad idea,” she hissed.

Still, she came up alongside him and let him take her hand. The mood shone bright overhead, lighting their path brilliantly. He led her through the trees to the fence line. It was at least eight feet high, and she had no idea how they were going to climb over…

Suddenly, Eric grabbed a piece of chain link on the bottom and pulled it up at least two feet.

“Go ahead.”

She stared from him to the snow-covered ground in disbelief. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Gracie could practically hear his eyes roll. “Fine, you hold it for me, and I’ll go first.”

She muttered under her breath but did as he asked. When he stood on the other side, grinning, she jumped a foot in the air as a branch snapped behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, and her imagination took hold. She could swear she saw glowing red eyes and flashes of white teeth in the brush.

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