Page 37 of Good at Being Bad (Rock Canyon, Idaho 8)

“He’s an asshat deluxe with double dickery.” Jenny tried to reach over the counter to grab one of the liquor bottles, and Graham shouted something at her to knock it off.

Jenny slid back down, making a face at Graham. “What? You’s slow!”

“I knew she was going to be scary,” Ellie said abruptly.

“Who?” Jenny waved at Graham for more shots, but he seemed to be ignoring her.

“Mike’s date tonight. But would he listen to me? Nope.”

“You talk like there is something between you.”

Ellie blew her tongue between her lips. “The only thing that is

there is that we like to fight and I think he looks good naked. Well, mostly naked.”

“Mostly? Did you see his twig and berries?” Jenny asked.

“No! He was wearing boxers, but the rest of him? Yum.”

Ellie glanced toward the doorway, thinking about Mike’s abs, and heard Jenny arguing with someone. She turned and realized Dalton Mitchell had intercepted their shots and had set down two cups of coffee instead.

Jenny glared at Dalton and Ellie hid a grin behind her hand. Dalton and Jenny had been friends since they were in diapers and although Jenny harbored a gigantic hankering for the tall cowboy, Dalton had only ever treated her like a sister.

Which pissed Jenny off.

“How about we skip the shots and go for some coffee?” Dalton said, smiling at Jenny.

“I’m not drinking that pig piss you call coffee,” Jenny said belligerently.

“You should have been cut off two shots ago. Drink the coffee, and I’ll get you some water.”

“No. I am an adult, and I can decide when I’ve had too much to drink,” Jenny said.

Dalton looked like he wanted to throttle her, and Ellie grabbed her friend’s hand. “Come on, Jenny. Let’s dance while we wait for Mike.”

Jenny flipped her hair over her shoulder, and Ellie could have sworn she was taunting Dalton. “I’m going to dance. Preferably with someone who can do more than the white guy shuffle.”

Jenny dragged her behind and the world tilted a little. Losing her balance, Ellie stumbled into someone. Crap, one shot should not have hit her like this. “So sorry.” Ellie laughed at her attempt at a cockney accent and hardly registered that she’d bumped into Wayne Coulter, who didn’t look happy to see her.

“If you wanted to show me you’re sorry, you’d already be on your knees.”

Ellie’s mouth dropped open. “You’re a pig.”

“So? Wanna get dirty with me?”

Ellie gave Wayne a once over, from the top of his dusty camo hat over the fat lip full of dip and his scuffed-up boots. “Ummm, no thanks. I have taste.”

Wayne’s tan skin flushed purple and his light blue eyes narrowed. “Then watch where you’re walking, bitch.”

“Who you calling bitch, Wayne?” Apparently, tequila gave Jenny balls of steel because she stepped between them and was puffed up like an angry terrier.

“This isn’t your business, Tiny Andrews. Why don’t you go home to mommy?”

Jenny’s face flushed. As the youngest Andrews child, she was often made to feel like a child, and Ellie knew she hated it.

“What is your problem, Wayne?” Ellie asked.

“I hate stuck-up sluts who think they’re better than me.”

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