CALLIE (The Naughty Ones Book 1) by Kristina Weaver Read Free Book Online Page A

thought I saw an, er, a mole that was suspicious. Never too early to get it checked.”
    They both start fussing immediately and I feel like a total heel when I leave the frantic pair behind as the wife starts scanning his face.
    “Mole, my ass,” I hear as I pop around the corner and fall into the wall. I almost have a freaking heart attack when I whip around to see that irritating man lounging to my right, one hand tucked into the pocket of his slacks while the other holds a tumbler of whiskey.
    “God, where the hell did you come from?”
    “Some women have said heaven, some say from nirvana,” he drawls, sipping at his drink while he continues to stare holes into my face.
                  “Arrogant on top of being a rude ass. How terribly refreshing,” I mutter, pushing off the wall to make a beeline for the kitchen.
    I don’t realize he’s followed me till I turn at the marble island and almost pee myself when I see him on the other side, still string at me, only this time his eyes are speculative.
    “You like staring at a fat cow?” I ask sweetly, busying myself with a tray that’s been ordered already.
    “Look, I’m sorry I said that. It came out all wrong.”
    “Wrong? Wrong is telling your teacher your dog ate your homework. Wrong is not telling a woman she’s got toilet paper sticking out of her pants after she leaves the bathroom. What you said was just mean,” I snarl, crushing a little crab cake before I can set it down.
    The filling oozes between my fingers and I feel my tummy revolt before a deep swallow pushes me back from the brink of utter humiliation.
    I see him wince and take great pleasure in knowing that I made a direct hit.
    “Callie, we need another round of—oh, hello. I’m Dot.”
    “Jack Levin. Pleased to meet you, Dotty sweetheart. Did you make those delicious bites they’re flogging out there?”
    The little traitor titters at the flirtation and I find myself grinding my teeth against the jealous flood of anger spreading through my blood.
    “I made them, you gobbler. Dot, the tray,” I grit out, my eye just refraining from twitching when she smiles and throws me a wink before skipping out with a hummed giggle.
    Jack.
    Have I met him before?
    “So…you going to introduce yourself sweetheart or should I call you pregnant lady all night.”
                  “Callie. My name is Callie. Look, is there something you wanted or can I get on with my job?”
    That look is back on his face and I swear he’s just as perplexed as I am when suddenly he looks down at my stomach and goes white as a sheet.
    “Hey, are you okay? Is the whiskey going to your head?” I ask when he falls into a seat at the oak table and just keeps staring at me like I grew three heads.
    “You’re pregnant.”
    Yeah, okay he must be drunk or something.
    “I know. It’s sorta why I felt like kicking you in the nutsack when you called me fat,” I mutter, banging a bottle of water down in front of him with a sniff.
    What? The man looks like he’s on the verge of fainting. I’m a good person. It has nothing to do with the crush I have on him or the way his coal-black hair has this adorable cowlick just off-center to the middle of his forehead.
    “I, um, the father must be very, uh, happy.”
    “Yup. Totally happy.”
    My answer seems to put some pep back in his step and I see him breathing more evenly before he leans back and takes his drink up again.
    “You shouldn’t be on your feet this long. It can’t be good for you.”
    “Thanks, Dr. Quinn, but I’m well aware of what I should and should not do. Besides, I have rent and bills to pay. I can’t just sit on my butt for the next six months and hope that money tree I planted in Gruffy’s back yard will finally bear fruit.”
    That makes his lips twitch and I think about another mouth with full lips and a tongue I’d like to suck on again.
    Down, girl.
    “Your man should be a man and take care of you while you carry his