Title: Falling for the Bad Girl (Cutting Loose Bk 1)
Author: Nina Croft
Publication: Entangled: Brazen line
Pub. Date: Feb. 27, 2017
“You back with us?” Nate murmured.
“Yeah.” She exhaled, pushing herself up a little so she could peer into his face. His lips curled in a lazy smile that sent tingles through her body to her very core. “That was…intense.”
“That’s one word for it. I may never move again. Just stay here until they find our bodies.”
“Can you stay?” she asked.
“I can. I visited with Dad before I came here. But it’s Friday. Isn’t there somewhere you’re supposed to be?”
For a moment, her mind went blank.
Oh my God, it’s Friday.
She glanced at the clock. It was after eight. She was supposed to be at her mom and dad’s by seven. She was so fucked. Where the hell was her phone? She jumped from the bed, naked, and headed for the door. She opened it, slammed it closed again, and turned, pressing her back against the wood. Her mind refused to acknowledge what she had just seen. Sadly, that state of numbness did not last long.
Nate still lay in bed, a sheet over his hips, one arm behind his head. “Something wrong?”
She cleared her throat. “The room—in there—it’s full of people.”
“How full?” He sounded amused. Hah. That wouldn’t last long.
She closed her eyes and pictured the sitting room. “Darcy, Summer, my brother Tom, and I presume his new girlfriend.” What the holy hell was Tom doing here? He’d probably been sent by her mother when she hadn’t turned up. And she’d opened the door. And she’d been naked.
Oh. My. God. No.
If she’d ever had a beam-me-up-Scotty moment, this was it.
This was so, so wrong.
She glared at Nate. How the hell had the two of them not noticed that many people arriving? He was a goddamn detective. Wasn’t he supposed to notice things? Could it be that they’d been a little distracted? God, had she made any noises? Had Nate? Honestly, her mind was a blank, but she did have a habit of screaming.
Well, the damage was done. Now she just had to find the best way out.
Her choices came down to: hiding under the bed or escaping out of the window.
Before she could make up her mind, someone rapped hard on the door. “Regan, come out, come out, we know you’re in there.”