The Naughty List by Jodi Redford Read Free Book Online

that insisted on falling out of the caddy.
    It was going to be one of those kinds of days.
    Fifteen minutes later, she jumped into her car and dialed the heater to full blast in order to defrost the windshield. She huddled in her seat, her teeth chattering along with “Jingle Bells” on the radio. It occurred to her that she should probably call Ry and Bram to let them know she was on her way in. She rifled in her purse for her cell phone and somehow jabbed herself with a ballpoint pen. “Damn it.”
    Finally she latched onto her phone and pulled it free. She must not have turned it off last night because a text message waited on the display.
    Girl, WTF??? Call me as soon as you get this.
    Frowning, Lacey checked to see who the sender was. Jana, Bram’s sister. She started to hit reply, but the clock on the dash brought her focus back to her current dilemma. She stared at the tiny peek holes that the heater had managed to create on the windshield. This was going to get her nowhere fast. Heaving a frustrated breath, she tossed the cell into her coat pocket and grabbed the ice scraper from the backseat. Several minutes later, the front and back windshields were cleared and her butt and legs were completely numb from the frigid temps. She scrambled back inside the relative warmth of her Pathfinder and roared out of her driveway.
    The Dockside was less than seven miles from her home, which was particularly nice on days like this, when the weather was crappy and she was running late. She parked next to Ry’s truck and rushed toward the entrance. As she reached for the door handle, her bladder decided to pitch a fit. She squeezed her legs together. “This is what I get for sleeping in.”
    Her gait awkward, she hurried inside the restaurant. Ry and Bram were standing by the bar, deep in conversation. They stopped and stared at her. She waved a hand and continued streaking toward the rear hallway.
    “Lacey, we need to talk.” There was a strange tension in Ry’s voice.
    “Sorry, but my bladder is outshouting you right now,” she called, beelining for the restrooms. She ducked inside the women’s room and dashed into one of the stalls in the nick of time. Her relieved sigh echoing in the cramped space, she flushed and went to wash up at the sink. While she was rinsing the suds from her hands, her cell phone started ringing. Hitting the sanitizing blower with her elbow, she dug with her free hand into her coat pocket and pulled out her phone. “Hello?”
    “Girl, what the fuck ?”
    It was Jana. Clutching the cell to her ear, Lacey moved away from the dryer so that she could hear better. “Is that your phrase for the day?”
    “It will be if you keep sending me kinky emails.”
    She frowned. “Kinky emails? What are you talking about?”
    “Your Naughty List. What else would I be talking about?”
    Naughty…
    The blood slowly started to drain from Lacey’s head.
    “Why didn’t you tell me you were thinking about having a threesome? That’s so hot . Okay, so I’m trying not to think of you with Bram. Because that’s just a little too weird. But Ry? Day-um. Sign me up.”
    Oh. My. God. How…?
    Frantic, Lacey replayed the events of last night. She remembered forwarding the file to her work email. Why did it go to Jana?
    Unless…
    Oh sweet Jesus. Did she accidentally send the email to a contact list rather than herself? Her email account had an autofill feature that she was usually pretty good about catching, but the damn wine she drank last night had definitely left her brain fuzzy. She racked her mind, trying to think of what directory started with the same letters as her name, one that would include Jana in the list. The answer slammed into her. Her “lame laughs” directory—appropriately titled because everyone on it had the same cornball sense of humor as her and appreciated the silly articles she occasionally found online and forwarded on. If that was the case—and it sure as hell looked like it—it