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Bailey, wait.” She didn’t even turn his way again, simply flung her hand up and flipped her middle finger up at him. Damn her stubborn pride and damn his addled brain.

Bailey was trouble, but she was the best kind of trouble, the kind that made you want to return again and again.

Even if he hadn’t wanted to kiss her, Chase needed to kiss Bailey. As if reading his mind, Bailey parted her lips and took a slight inhale, pressing her chest against him more fully. He didn’t think about it; it just happened, as naturally as her breath.

Even looking at him now, bedraggled, scruffy-jawed, and sleep-deprived, she wanted to strip the man’s clothes off and drag him back to her bed to do wild things to him. And she was stone-cold sober. She couldn’t imagine what she might have said or done with her inhibitions dulled by who knows how much whiskey she’d actually put away last night.

Haven’t you heard, Chase? I don’t have a good side. I’m the bad Hart, the one who causes trouble. There’s a reason they call me Wild Hart, you know.” She saw the flicker of apprehension in his eyes before they clouded and he grasped her shoulders, setting her back a few steps, putting space between them. “That’s not who you are.

I’ll have you know, there are plenty of women around here who’d love to have dinner with me.” He smiled as she turned back to him, skepticism clearly written on her face. “Well, you know what they say. We women have to kiss a few frogs to find Prince Charming, so . . .” Chase arched his brows as a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Bailey, are you offering to kiss me?” “I’d rather kiss—” “Ah-ah,” he warned with a laugh. “You should be careful. With all the animals your cousins have around here, whichever one you pick could probably be arranged.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder and caught him staring at her butt. “Anything else you need?” She let her eyes skim over him, from the top of his short hair to his work boots, as she stood upright. “Or maybe you need a few more minutes to check out my ass?” The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk and he took a step closer. “What can I say, Bailey? Those jeans make your ass look great.

She splashed to the surface, coming up from the water like a nymph intent on stealing his soul. Her hair was slicked back from her face, making her eyes look large and luminous. “You going to stand there all day with your mouth hanging open?

She stood, keeping her back on him, determined not to let him see her heart being torn to shreds and letting her bitterness hide the hurt. “You know, I’ve been a lot of things to a lot of people, Chase—a good time, a revenge—but I’ve never been someone’s mistake. Thanks for popping that cherry for me. And I’m so glad I was your first, Hero, seeing as how you never make them.

Why are we still talking?” She reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside in the hallway.

You are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met, Bailey Hart.” “You should probably get out and meet more women then,” she muttered, letting the screen door slam shut behind her.

You do realize trying to bribe an officer is a felony, right?” She cocked a brow at him as she slid her helmet back over her head and slipped her sunglasses on, starting the engine. “Who said anything about bribing you? Maybe I was trying to poison you.

You’re slightly evil, you know that?” “I do.” She couldn’t help the impish smile that matched his own. His brows raised in surprise. “You’re proud of it?” “I am.