The Bad Boy Bargain

A guy started singing, startling him out of his thoughts. A cowboy in a shirt too clean to make him legit was singing something about corn and elephant’s eyes. “Oh, don’t tell me…”

“Yep, this one’s a doozy. Oklahoma! looks innocent, but there’s a lot of innuendo. We’re going to watch the whole thing.” Grandpa had a twinkle in his eyes. “That way, you can speak intelligently about the most important thing on this young lady’s mind. She’ll love it. I promise.”

Kyle settled onto the couch. “Part of me wonders if we’re doing this so you can torture me.”

“And you’d be right.” Grandpa grinned at him. “But I’m right about the other thing, too.”

“Okay.” As he watched, a grandma traded barbs with the cowboy, then a pretty blond girl came out of the farmhouse and started singing with them. “Is that the lead?”

“Yeah, that’s Laurey. That’ll be your girl’s part.” Grandpa squeezed his shoulder. “I thought you might run out on me as soon it started. You must like this girl a lot to endure watching a whole musical with me.”

Kyle stared at his hands, remembering the way he felt standing close to Faith at the nursery. Like he’d been electrified. Like the only thing that mattered was making her happy. “You know what? I think I might.”





Chapter Eighteen


Faith


He asked me out. He asked me out? Faith couldn’t decide if it was a statement or a question. It sure seemed like he asked her out, discussing curfew and a surprise, but should she assume that?

Because she sure wanted to.

Kyle, who had a habit of being frustrating as hell, seemed genuinely interested in her, not just as a girl or an assignment, but as a person. A few hours ago she wouldn’t have thought that, but things had become a lot clearer after he asked her out (did he?). She didn’t know how she knew, but the way he looked at her mattered. Cameron’s gaze had always been predatory, possessive. Kyle’s was surprisingly shy, but also like he wanted to understand what made her tick. It made her feel…things she probably shouldn’t be feeling if she wasn’t sure if his surprise was a date or not.

God, why did this guy have her so confused? She barely knew him.

In fact, she wasn’t sure she knew him at all. This whole day did nothing but contradict everything she’d ever heard about him. She knew he wore black T-shirts and hoodies with the hood up and earbuds in to school, but what about the rest of it? The smoking? She was sure that was a rumor someone made up for no reason, but why would he let that rumor linger? She’d quash it in a second if someone said that about her.

Except…wasn’t she was doing the same thing to get back at Cameron? Yeah, maybe she didn’t have the right to question anything.

Her stomach had been in knots since Kyle left, and she couldn’t stand the tug anymore. She picked up her phone and dialed Vi, blurting out, “I think Kyle asked me out,” before Vi could say anything.

There was a long pause. “Hmm. Interesting. Did you say yes?”

“Well, yeah. I was so shocked by the whole thing, I just kind of nodded like a doofus before I could really think it over.”

“I’m proud of you. Getting back on the horse so soon.” Vi’s laugh was wicked. “Or on something else. Kyle looks like he’d be nice to straddle.”

Faith flushed all over, trying to block the image from stamping itself across her brain. Losing battle, that. “Vi!”

“Oh, come on. What if the best revenge isn’t just a rumor? I like Kyle for you. Every girl should have one bad boy in her life.”

“That’s just it. I’m not sure he really is bad. I mean, the whole smoking rumor? I haven’t seen him smoke once while he’s been working over here. And I don’t smell cigarettes on his clothes or in his car.”

“Maybe he quit?”

“Or maybe he never started.” Faith sighed. “He’s a puzzle.”

“That makes it even better. Hot body, sexy car, mysterious past—what more could you want in a guy?”

Answers. “Guess I’ll find out.”

Once Vi told her exactly what to wear, she ended the call and went downstairs. A pot of chicken chili bubbled on the stove, filling the kitchen with the scent of chipotle. Her knotted stomach relaxed, letting out a small growl. Her mom’s cooking had that effect on even the most stubborn butterflies.

She gave the chili a stir. Where was everyone? “Mom?”

“Out here!”

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