Page 57 of Good at Being Bad (Rock Canyon, Idaho 8)

Without giving her a chance to answer or argue, Mike let her go. He backed down the stairs and when he reached the bottom step, he grinned.

“Besides, there’s this rumor going around we’ve got something going on the DL. Why disappoint them?”

He’d obviously rendered her speechless, something that wasn’t easy to do.

“You think about it and get back to me.”

Mike turned around, heading for his motorcycle without even bothering to look back.

Ellie sat on the couch an hour later, staring at the TV but not really paying attention to it. She was too busy thinking about Mike and his cocky suggestion.

Not that she wasn’t tempted. It seemed to be all she could think about. Kissing Mike. Being with him.

Jenny’s bedroom door opened and her roomie walked into the kitchen. Ellie knew Dalton was sleeping over, since his truck was outside.

Jenny came into the living room with a big glass of water and sat down next to Ellie.

“I had no idea you were into the mating habits of the savannah monitor,” she said.

Ellie glanced at the screen. “Oh, yeah. Lizard porn gets me hot.”

“Gross, but okay. Why are you sitting out here in the dark alone?”

“Where else would I be?” Ellie picked up the remote to change the channel.

“I don’t know. Out.”

“I went out with Mike earlier. I started a bar fight. Fun was had. Then he kissed me, we hid from the cops—”

“Back up! He kissed you? Like, kissed you kissed you? Did he use tongue?”

Ellie settled on a movie channel playing Die Hard. “Well, he didn’t kiss me with his nose.”

“Smart-ass!” Jenny shoved her with her hand, a wide grin on her face. “What was it like?”

“A kiss. Warm. Wet.” Ellie leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes. “Freaking hot.”

“I knew it! You lurve him!”

“I do not. I am just attracted to him.”

“Attracted mastracted. You want to have his gorgeous brown-eyed babies.”

Ellie felt a little sick at the mention of kids. She didn’t know if she could have kids, especially if she stayed in this town. She could just imagine her child coming home from school one day crying because another kid said, “My mommy said your mommy is a ho.”

Plus, with her hit-and-run on record and her own terrible example of a parent, she didn’t know if she could do it.

Jenny seemed oblivious to her trepidation and kept talking.

“So, does that mean you guys are dating or—”

“It doesn’t mean anything. It was just a kiss. Sometimes that’s all it ever is.”

Jenny frowned. “I don’t believe that. Kisses are not random.”

“Maybe not, but they also don’t mean Mike and I are going to have this epic romance.”

“Why not?” Jenny asked.

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