Incidental Contact (Those Devilish De Marco Men) Read Online Free PDF Page B

um, offers right and left.”
    She means better offers. Amy snapped the paper open. “I bet so, too,” didn’t seem like the right response. Neither did “fuck off and mind your own business.” No wonder Lila refused to come to the mall.
    A fast scan of the front page didn’t catch her interest. She still had no idea what had jumped up Eric’s ass to make him kiss her. Did he come here often and randomly make some woman’s day? Better yet, what the hell was her excuse for kissing him back?
    Ha! Kissed him back? You’re the one who stuck your tongue in his mouth . Feeling her phone dig into her butt, she contemplated texting Lila to ask if she could explain Eric’s sudden burst of... yeah. No. That was one conversation she wouldn’t be having. Lila would tell her he was just being Eric.
    If his big truck, long hair, motorcycle boots, and tattoos weren’t enough to turn her off, his reputation was another obstacle. Double standards be damned. Who wanted to be with a man who’d been with every woman in town?
    She needed to stop wallowing in pointless lust and figure out where she planned to sleep tonight. Her friend Kevin’s house was a possibility, but he lived with his parents. Lila’s couch was more comfortable than most beds. Neither place was good for studying far into the night.
    She peered over the edge of the paper at Dee, who leaned over Eric to wash his hair. The woman’s mountainous boobs rested on his chest. Amy’s baby fat declined to reside in her breasts, preferring to gather around her waist. Bitch, let him breathe.
    And you care...why? In her defense, she’d never been kissed the way Eric kissed her, right out in public and fuck what anyone thought. He’d ambushed her, and she’d reacted on reflex. But why’d he kiss me in the first place? Amy was a cause-and-effect person. She still felt the Eric effect, but had no idea of the cause. Yeah, you can’t replicate the experiment unless you know that.
    She couldn’t look away from the scene at the sink. The hairdresser was going all out to make her attraction to Eric obvious. Even Dani stayed behind her small makeup counter, as if afraid to approach. Was that his deal? He’d dragged her around the mall and kissed her, to show the stylist he wasn’t interested in resuming their high school romance?
    If so, he’d picked the wrong girl. Dee didn’t seem deterred by Amy’s presence.
    Growling under her breath, she turned to a new page of the paper. Engagement and wedding announcements made up the majority of this section. She’d never understood the purpose of an engagement announcement. She doubted many men jumped up off their knees and said, “I’m so happy! Let’s call the paper.” Just women, marking their territory... like Dee. Her gaze wandered to the sink again.
    She was positive women participated in sex to get to the cuddling afterward. That was the best part. She knew one thing for damn sure. That momentary flash of release wasn’t worth the stupid way sex made women act, with their claws out and ready to kill if you looked twice at their man. Shaking her head over the spectacle Dee was making, she turned her attention back to the paper. Photos of people she’d attended high school and college with littered the page.
    Amy stopped her rapid scan of the photos, riveting her attention on one image. This dream was something else. Here was an announcement with Drew’s photo. She squinted at the text. The parents of Drew Pearsall and Karen Riley are pleased to announce — you have gotta be kidding. High school romances seemed to be the theme in this dream.
    But, if she was really awake, the way the noxious chemical solutions around her suggested, Drew was engaged to his high school sweetheart.
    He got engaged? In three weeks? Less than three weeks. It’d taken time to have their picture made together and get the announcement to the paper. No wonder he’d never called. Karen Riley was beautiful enough to belong with Eric.
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