Things Good Girls Don't Do by Codi Gary Read Free Book Online

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    Katie pulled her pants back up, but when she tried to button them, they dug into her back, making her suck in a sharp breath of pain. So with halfway-zipped pants and a little wobble in her step, she walked out the door and pulled out her cell phone. The warm summer air hit her face but did nothing to sober her. She dialed Steph and cursed when it went straight to voice mail.
    There was no way she was driving, even if it was just around the corner. Katie passed by her 4Runner and kept walking down the side streets toward home, her thoughts lingering on Chase. He was weird; there, she said it. One minute he was sticking his nose into her business, then showing up to apologize and two minutes after that he was offering to help her complete her list. It was frustrating to admit when they went at it verbally, he was quick-witted and kind of funny. He acted tough, nonchalant, and carefree, but one negative comment from someone he didn’t even know had shut him down. He was like a big, hot slice of cake with all kinds of yummy layers to savor.
    Picturing that cake, she realized she’d forgotten to go grocery shopping. Crap . That would teach her to let Chase Trepasso distract her. It wouldn’t happen again, no matter how good a kisser he was.

 
    Chapter Three
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    C HASE HADN’T MEANT to take his frustration out on Katie, but it was the same thing everywhere he went. People too high up on their fucking horses thought that tattoo artists were lower than dirt, and it pissed him off.
    He came out from the back of the shop and started, “Look, I . . .” but Katie was gone and there was a wad of crumpled cash on the counter. Cursing, he shoved the bills into his wallet and went to turn off the lights. She was in no condition to drive, and if one of the hard-ass Barney Fifes in blue decided to pull her over, she’d be screwed.
    Admiring his motorcycle’s beauty in the evening sun, he swung his leg over to sit astride the powerful vehicle. He had a Chevy Blazer he drove when the roads were bad or he needed to haul something, but the chopper was his pride and joy. He saw Katie’s SUV still parked on the side of the street and started the chopper up. He flipped the motorcycle around and was surprised to see her up the street, walking unsteadily.
    “Let me give you a ride,” he yelled as he pulled up alongside her.
    Stopping and turning to face him, she asked, “I thought you were mad at me?”
    He was surprised she’d even picked up on his irritation. “No, I’m not mad.”
    “Really? ’Cause you seemed like you were teed off . . .”
    “I’m not mad,” he snapped, and, at her hurt look, took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. Just come on. I don’t like you walking home by yourself.”
    “It’s still light out, and really, it’s not far,” she said, and she was right. It was past nine, but the sun hadn’t fully set yet. He had a feeling though, that wasn’t what was stopping her.
    “God, will you stop being so stubborn and get on the damn chopper?” He pulled in front of her and cut the engine. “Look, just let me take you home. It will make me feel better.” She seemed to be weighing the dangers as he reached out to grab her hand. “Trust me.”
    Why that worked Chase didn’t know, but she took a deep breath and climbed on behind him. He liked the way her arms wrapped around his waist and the feel of her breasts pressed against his back. Patting her hands comfortingly, he said, “Hang on.”
    Starting the chopper back up, Chase headed down the street, following Katie’s directions as she shouted them. When he pulled in front of her house and parked in the drive, she released her death grip on his waist and scrambled off. He rubbed his ribs where her fingers had dug in and couldn’t help grinning at her as she tried to shake off her obvious terror.
    “First time on a motorcycle?” he asked.
    The little smile she gave him was just a small lift of her lips, but he thought it was sexy as