He put his finger on my lips… and just like when he did it yesterday it gave me such a thrill that I wanted to nip at it. “If a man’s friend says a woman’s a tease… that man has obviously shared information with his friend.”
I nodded and Rafferty’s finger fell away.
Whew.
“Did Porter know?” he asked.
I swallowed down my shame. No use wallowing in my embarrassment. “It wasn’t something I let anyone know. If Brantley hadn’t made me so angry, I wouldn’t have blurted it out.”
He nodded. “Brantley’s an even bigger asshole.”
“Agreed.”
“Is there a reason?” he asked.
“A reason he’s an asshole?” I asked jokingly.
“Lex…” he murmured in a warning tone.
I wobbled my head. “Not really. The few guys who met Dad freaked out afterward.”
Rafferty’s eyebrows went up in acknowledgement as he gave a small nod. “I can see that.”
“And for some stupid reason…the timing’s been wrong with anyone else - assuming they kept my interest.”
“Explains the cavalcade of boyfriends.”
I spluttered. “A… caval…, did you just say ‘cavalcade’? That’s ridiculous!”
He shot me a shy smile. “Don’t take offense. Porter was around for what? Five months? Maybe six. Who was the douchebag before that? Simone told me he made some ridiculous joke about you having lion hair? As I recall, you had five so-called boyfriends in the year and a half before you transferred to Gainesville. From what Cal said, none of them lasted more than three to four months with you. I’d call that a cavalcade even if I wasn’t around for you to parade them in front of me.”
“Dad can be scary.”
He leaned closer. “Your dad isn’t scary, Lex. You are.”
I was scary? What was he thinking?
Chapter six
You're Ruthless
Rafferty
Shestaredatme,looking gobsmacked. That expression shifted and I suspected she wanted to dismiss me out of hand, but those wheels were turning. I wanted to kiss her more than I ever had in my life.
Her brows lowered. “Then why aren’tyouscared?”
I grinned. “We grew up together. I know firsthand that you’re all bark and little bite.”
She turned her head away from me and muttered, “I should biteyou.”
“Have at it.”
With her hair flying and wide eyes, she whipped her gaze back to mine. “You’re trouble.”
“The best kind though, Lex.”
“I’m not scary,” she muttered.
