Page 60 of The Bad Girl and the Baby

Angie didn’t look too keen on the idea. She opened her mouth, closed it again, cast Darcy a dirty look, and stalked out.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “But I promised. It’s her birthday and…”

“I think she likes you.” Actually, she didn’t really. She just wanted to see what Matt’s reaction would be.

“What do you mean?”

“You know,likesyou.”

His eyes widened. “She likes women.”

Oh. “Hmm, maybe she likes me, then.”Ha, as if.She shrugged. “Whatever. Anyway, she doesn’t like ‘us.’”

“It’s none of her business,” he said.

“She doesn’t see it that way. Apparently, I’m going to ruin your career.”

He frowned. “She had no right to say that.”

Suddenly, she was tired of it all. The truth was, she would be bad for his career. If they were planning on any sort of serious relationship. But they weren’t. So it didn’t matter. Except there was this knot of something hot and almost painful inside her. She forced herself to give a casual shrug. “Just tell her it’s not serious between us. She’s worried about you.”

He searched her face. “You sure you won’t come? I’d like you to be friends.”

“Not this time. Maybe another day. Right now, I’ve got a date with a hot bath and a bottle of wine.”

“Jesus, I wish I could join you.”

“Well, you can’t.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“If you want to.”

“I want to.” He leaned down and kissed her, and then he was gone.

And for some weird reason she wanted to cry. And that was scary shit.

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