“Well, thatdepends.”
His expressiongrew a little guarded. “On?”
“Are you joiningme?”
“If you’d likeme to.”
I stepped backand waved him in, setting the alarm after I closed the door.
He walked overto the kitchen island and set the food on it, then turned to face me. “I’mreally sorry—”
“For what?” Iasked.
He shrugged.“Honestly, I don’t know. I just figured I’d apologize and get it out of theway.”
I sighed. “Well,you have nothing to apologize for. It’s me who should be apologizing.”
He frowned.“What the fuck for?”
“I’m not thatgirl.” I settled my hand on my chest. “I don’t throw myself at a man twoseconds after meeting him and get naked when I barely know him. I’m not aslut—”
“I swear to god,Daisy, if you say that again, I’m gonna lose my shit.”
I met his eyes.“Which part?”
“The part aboutyou being a slut. I know you’re not a slut. Jesus, you could run a train and Istill wouldn’t think of you as a slut.”
I grimaced.“Well, I would need to have slept with more than one guy to qualify for atrain.”
He leanedagainst the island. “And you haven’t?”
I shook my head.“Nope. Just the one. And it ended three years ago.”
“Fuck,seriously? Why so long?”
I sighed. “Hewas my boyfriend in high school. We did the deed a couple of times. He was adouche canoe, and I was a conquest, apparently. The bet being, could he get thebiker’s daughter?”
“Jesus, Daisy,I’m sorry.”
“Oh, don’t besorry. He’ll be walking funny for the rest of his life.”
Huck raised aneyebrow.
I shook my head.“You don’t want to know.”
“Idowant to know,” Huck countered.
“First, how longhas it been for you?”
“About a year.It wasn’t anything serious, though.”
“Fuck buddies,”I deduced.
He shook hishead. “Not even that deep.”
“So, you’resaying it was a puck bunny.”
He chuckled.“You’ve picked up some new lingo, I see.”
