Page 76 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell

Gracie’s head whipped around. “And how do you know that?”

“Travis went to Buck’s last night with Chase and Gabe. You know how men gossip.”

Although her stomach was grinding and churning in irritation, she refused to play Gemma’s game. “Well, it’s not like we’re actually together or anything. I told you, we were just faking it. He can do what he wants.”

Gemma burst out laughing. Gracie gave Gemma a hostile look. “It’s not nice to mess with your best friend. Who knows what kind of secrets I might let slip next time we’re in an awkward social situation?”

Gemma slipped her hand into Gracie’s and gave it a squeeze. “But I know that my best friend would never do anything like that. Besides, I’m just having a little harmless fun. I’ve waited a long time for you to fall hard for a guy. The least I can do is enjoy it.”

Gracie spluttered. “I have not fallen hard. In fact, I’m back to loathing him.”

“So, the two of you aren’t still hooking up?”

“I told you…it was all fake.”

“That is such bullshit, Gracie Louise McAllister! I have known you forever, and I can tell when you’re lying.”

“No you can’t.”

“Yeah, ’cause you do that thing with your hair.”

“What thing?”

Gemma pointed, and Gracie realized she was pulling on a strand of her blonde hair. Dropping it as though it burned, she scoffed. “Oh, for the love of chocolate, it doesn’t mean—”

“Who’s ready for the perfect sandwich?” Mike asked as he came through the door with a TV tray. On it were three plates holding four perfect sandwiches, three bags of chips, and three soda cans.

“You better not have made me two sandwiches. There isn’t enough room in my stomach for that much food. I may explode,” Gemma warned.

Mike set the tray down on the dresser and handed her one of the single sandwich plates, kissing her on the cheek. “Nope, the two are for me. I’m a growing boy.”

Both women snorted. Mike had always had a big appetite, but the man had stopped at just under six feet tall, and he had a total swimmer’s body.

Gemma gave Gracie a pointed look, signaling she wasn’t done with their conversation. “Hey, Mike, how can you tell when Gracie’s lying?”

“She pulls her hair,” Mike said around a giant bite of sandwich.

Gracie got up from the bed in disgust and grabbed her food off the tray. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, you animal.”

Mike howled in response.

“Gracie is lying about sleeping with Eric,” Gemma said.

Mike made a face. “Good, because I don’t need to hear about it.”

“God, you are such a baby.”

Mike shook his head and used his sandwich as a pointer. “Why in the hell would I want to hear about either of my best friends’ sex lives?”

“Seriously, you’re always the one tellingmeto mind my own business when I interrogate people on private issues, so why are you suddenly so nosy?” Gracie asked.

Gemma popped the top on her caffeine-free root beer. “Because it’s about time you got a taste of your own medicine.”

Gracie dropped a chip into her mouth, chewing it slowly. Finally, she shrugged. “Fine, we slept together.”

When Gracie didn’t continue, Gemma prodded, “And? Come on, you can’t leave me hanging without a complete list of Eric’s…attributes.”

“Fuck, I’ve got to stop hanging out with girls,” Mike grumbled.

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