Page 75 of Bad Medicine


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He kept going.

“But in your situation, you got a man on your hands who’s so fuckin’ jumpy, he hauls ass the minute he sees some headlights and doesn’t even finish sharing what he apparently risked his friend’s safety to share because he’s shit-scared someone is watching him. To end, you do not need to be seen breaking into his place.”

I wished I was assigned Amy’s place so I could say I wasn’t breaking into Duane’s.

Though, I didn’t think Gabe would react better to that news.

“That’s where the disguise comes in,” I told him haughtily. “Now, can we go back to the discussion about me being your woman?”

“There’s nothing to discuss.”

Had he lost his mind?

“Gabe, last night, I stood in front of you telling you all the reasons we couldn’t do this.”

“And then you took my hand, and we walked together to your bedroom. We slept together in that bedroom. We woke up together in that bedroom. We went to brunch together with your best bud. And all of that was after you made me a cupcake and bought me more beer.”

It was so gross when he made sense, even twisted sense.

And even grosser when he called me on my shit.

Boy, it seemed I was always going to rue the day I made that cupcake and bought him more beer.

“All right, all right,” I snapped. “I hear you. But we’re missing one crucial element that makes a man and a woman a woman’s man and a man’s woman.”

“That is?”

I pointed out the obvious. “Dude, we haven’t had sex.”

“And?”

And?

“And what if we suck at it?”

He was silent for a very long, tense moment, then he grinned wide and white at his windshield.

Ulk.

That was super-hot and uber-annoying at the same time.

As per protocol, I focused on the annoying.

“So you’re that good,” I snapped.

“Yeah, cupcake, I’m that good,” he said without hesitation, and with such lethal confidence, I one hundred percent had a mini orgasm.

Right then.

Time to get to the meat of the matter.

“What if I’m not that good?” I asked quietly.

“Willow, were you not there during our first kiss?”

I so was.

“That kiss?” he asked. “Damn, baby. I got no concerns. And I have no doubt we’ll be fuckin’ explosive together.”