I Do!

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Book: I Do! Read Free
Author: Rachel Gibson
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
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one-night stands with girls he didn’t know were never worth it.
    A fluffy blue bath towel sat on the counter next to a clean T-shirt. He reached for the towel and covered his head with it. He scrubbed it over his hair and dried his face. He hadn’t hooked up with a nameless girl for several years now. Not since Lindsey Dale had accused him of being her baby’s daddy. Not since the night his father had called him to ask about the story she’d been spreading around town. Not since the night he’d had to tell his dad that he didn’t remember her name or face, but he did remember meeting her at Rowdy’s Roadhouse when he’d been home for Christmas. He remembered her sticking her hand down his pants and having sex with her in the backseat of his ’67 Camaro. He’d been shit-faced, but he’d remembered to use a condom.
    He scrubbed the towel across his back and neck, then slipped it over the top of his head once more. No one in town had believed him about the condom. No one but his family, and while they had all supported and believed him, that whole summer had been difficult on everyone. Especially his parents. It had brought back painful memories for them. Memories of a past they didn’t talk about because it had been resolved. Memories that had the potential to hurt, and it did no one any good to pick at a sore spot.
    The towel fell to his shoulders and everything in him stilled. He heard a faint intake of breath and spun around at the sound. The girl from the driveway stood in the entrance to the kitchen; light poured into the living room and backlit her once again like an angel come down from heaven. An angel with sunbeams in her golden hair and sliding over her bare shoulders to dip into her smooth cleavage. His own breath whooshed from his lungs as if a hard fist slammed into his chest.
    “I didn’t want to call out and scare you again,” she said, and pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head.
    Sweet Lord Jesus, other than his mom coming over to do his laundry, he hadn’t had a female in his house for so long he’d forgotten how they changed the air in a room. “Startle.” He tossed the towel on the counter and grabbed his shirt. He’d forgotten how a woman could turn the air instantly hot.
    “Potato, pa-tot-o.”
    She was a smartass. A good girl smartass. He shoved his arms into the sleeves of the armadillo T-shirt his twelve-year-old cousin had given to him last Christmas, then pulled it over his head. She looked like a good girl. A good girl who made him have very bad thoughts. Thoughts of a certain Northern boy kissing her pink lips, then sliding his mouth south to her Dixieland. He wasn’t surprised by his thoughts. He’d always had a taste for good girls.
    “How’s your head?”
    He’d forgotten about it and raised his hand to the welt. He pressed it with his fingertips and winced. “Hurts like a bitch.”
    “Sorry.” Her little smile twisted her pink lips, and she didn’t look sorry at all. She moved farther into the kitchen, and with each step of her red shoes, his chest got a little tighter. One step and then two and the tight feeling in his chest slid down his insides to grip him beneath his belt. Three steps, then four, and his ball sac got tight and reminded him just how long Holly Ann had been away. She stopped in front of him and stuck out her hand. “I’m Becca Ramsey. I work for your aunt Lily.”
    Nate looked down into her face tilted up a few inches beneath his. Her eyes were the brilliant blue of morning glories that grew along his grandmother’s fence. “Let me guess.” He took her hand, and the warmth of her palm seeped into his. “You wax eyebrows and armpits.”
    “I cut, style, and color hair. Sorry if you were looking for someone to get rid of that uni-brow for you.” She laughed at her little joke like she was amusing, but he didn’t have a uni-brow and she wasn’t funny. Somehow, none of that mattered as the soft sound of laughter whispered across his

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