Page 29 of My Wild Mountain Man

“Luke would help you hide a body if you ever needed him to, if you gave him a chance,” I noted, accidentally giving myself away.

“It was you!” Her eyes widened before she started to laugh. “You gave him my number and told him about the farmer’s market?” She looked at me like she was seriously impressed with me.

“I see him at the gym sometimes, and he’s always asking about you.”

“He could be a creep,” she muttered, dropping her hand from mine and crossing them in front of her chest.

“But he’s not. He’s a really good guy.”

“Too good of a guy.” She rolled her eyes. “Guys like that are...”

“Are what?”

“Boring.” I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“He’s not boring. You always tell me I’m waiting for some hero from a book, but you know what I think your problem is?”

“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

“You date losers on purpose. After… After Nathan,”—her first love—“broke your heart, you dated guys who wouldn’t be able to get that from you. Guys that might be fun but you know deep down have no chance at getting to you.” Olive might have made a face, but what she didn’t do was deny the facts.

“It’s okay,” I said, my tone softer. “I get it. Why do you think I like books more than people?” She giggled and leaned against her car, her body relaxing.

“So, what are we going to do? You going to let Bash pop your cherry?” she asked with a shit-eating grin, and I giggled.

“Maybe. Are you going to give Luke a chance, a real one?” She grimaced like she was in pain, but I knew she was playing by the way her eyes glittered.

“Maybe.” She pushed off her car. “Do you need anything for your… play date?”

“Oh my god, don’t call it that.” I laughed.

“I mean… is it not a play date?” She wagged her perfectly plucked brows.

“Oli!” I groaned.

“Okay!” She grinned then turned serious. “For reals, though, do you need anything? Condoms, or wanna go shopping?”

“Shopping? For what?”

“Oh god.” She laughed. “For, like, cute clothes.”

“I have cute clothes.” I frowned.

“I mean lacy clothes… you know, lingerie.”

“Yes.” I was pretty sure I was beet red. “I know. I like lingerie.”

“Well, well, well. Guess my baby sister’s not so innocent, huh?” she teased, bumping her shoulder against mine.

“Whatever. I think I’m okay. I just…” I chewed on my bottom lip.

“You just what?”

“I’ve never done much, you know that.”

“Right.”

“What if…” I wasn’t sure how to bring it up without telling her he was huge. Because if I did, I’d have to explain the whole watching him in the woods while he skinny dipped, and I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of stalker.

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