Page 68 of Be Mine, Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 3)

“Because…”

“You were hanging all over him.”

Well, Marley hadn’t been wrong about the jealous part. “We were going over wedding plans! I swear, he’s just a friend.”

Chris snorted rudely. “That doesn’t mean shit.”

Kelly stiffened. “And what in the hell does that mean?”

“We were just friends when we slept together. Friends evolve all the time.”

Kelly jerked the truck to the left, taking the turn onto his road sharper than she needed to, and he slammed into the passenger side door with a loud thump.

“Ow, what the hell?”

She turned on the four-wheel drive as the road turned bumpy. “Shut up. You’re lucky I don’t stop the truck here and make you walk the mile up the road. Let you get eaten by a mountain lion.”

“What did I say?” he asked.

“Oh, besides the fact that I’m a slut that can’t have guy friends because I sleep with all of them? I think that’s enough.”

Moonlight poured through the cab and she caught Chris’s outraged expression out of the corner of her eye. “The fuck I did! I’m not that drunk!”

“You said that when I call a guy my friend, it means nothing because I slept with you. How else am I supposed to take that?”

Chris ran his hand over his face. “No, I…damn it, I didn’t mean that. I can’t say the right thing when I’m around you, especially when I’m not in my right mind.”

“Then what did you mean?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I have no idea what in the hell is going on! Everything has changed and is all messed up and why are you dressed like that?”

“Excuse me?” She slammed on the brakes before she plowed through his porch, and he jerked forward against his seat belt, his nose nearly hitting the dash.

“Jesus, maybe I should have let Rylie drive!”

“What did you mean why am I dressed like this?”

He seemed oblivious to the fact that he was in dangerous territory, because he answered. “I mean the tight clothes and the makeup. It’s not you.”

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p; Oh my God, I am going to beat his ass. “How I look is none of your business!”

“Yeah, but you don’t need it. You don’t need all that crap on your face and your boobs hanging out to be beautiful.”

Although that was almost sweet, it still didn’t make up for everything else he’d said. “Get out.”

“Huh? It’s my truck.”

“And I might bring it back to you tomorrow, but right now, I am tempted to run you over with it!”

Chris smirked at her. “Then I should probably stay here.”

“No,” she growled. “I want to go home before I hurt you.”

He cocked his head to the side, so adorably confused…dammit, she hated that she thought he was still adorable.

“Why are you so mad?” he asked.