Getting Rowdy. Lori Foster

      Having her break it down like that annoyed him. “Are you going to paraphrase everything I say? I can be more blunt if that’s what you want.”

      She shook her hair behind her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I’m listening.”

      “All right, fine. I’m set in my ways. I like to fuck and move on. No reason to make more out of it than that.”

      The silence became so heavy, he felt like a dick. And really, why had he shared that with her? Avery was unique, so the usual didn’t apply to her.

      He still hadn’t answered her question, but she let it go and instead cleared her throat.

      “I guess that helped pass the time?”

      Rowdy laughed. He glanced at her, and laughed again. “That’s one way to put it.” He’d already said too much to her; no way would he tell her that occasionally, casual sex was all that got him through the night. “What about you?”

      “What about me?”

      “Ever had any one-night stands?”

      She wrinkled her nose. “Not my thing.”

      “Only serious monogamy, huh?” That could be a big problem for him, but somehow he’d get around it.

      “I’ve dated casually, just for fun.”

      “With a handshake at the end of the night?”

      She swatted his shoulder. “I’m not that bad.” Looking away and going introspective, she added, “But I had to know the guy and at least like him a lot to want to get involved.”

      The idea of her “being involved” bugged him more than it should have. “Ever been engaged? Married?”

      He felt her withdraw. Hell, it got so quiet he could hear her breathing, could almost hear her heartbeats.

      “Avery?” What the hell? Was she still hung up on someone? Was she nursing a broken heart?

      “My life was different from yours.”

      “Glad to hear it.” But what did that have to do with anything?

      “I almost feel guilty now. While you were dealing with so much, I was pampered.”

      “Good.” Headlights showed in his rearview mirror, distracting Rowdy. “I wouldn’t wish my folks on anyone, much less another kid.” Definitely not Avery.

      Slowly she inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again. “My parents were well-off. Growing up, I can’t remember wanting anything that I didn’t get.”

      “Were well-off? They’re not now?” The car pulled closer behind them. Too close for safety.

      Close enough for him to read the license plate and commit the number to his memory.

      Oblivious to their tail, Avery worried her hands together for a different reason. When she realized what she was doing, she flattened them on her thighs. “Actually, I think Mom has even more wealth now. After my dad died a few years ago, she married one of the partners in his company.”

      She’d lost her dad? Bummer. Somehow he figured the loss was a whole lot different for her than it had been for him. “I’m sorry.”

      “Me, too. Dad was everything your dad wasn’t. I saw him drink wine occasionally, but I don’t remember him ever getting drunk. Mom, either. It’s just not done. Even though Dad traveled a few times a month, we had a lot of time together. Vacations and holidays. He’d set his schedule around my life so he could be there for all the important stuff.”

      Still aware of the car behind them, Rowdy took another turn, this one not part of Avery’s directions. She didn’t notice. “That’s how it should be, right? In a real family, I mean.” What the hell did he know of real families? Jack shit.

      “I suppose.” Melancholy tinged her soft voice. “I’ve never been in love.”

      “That’s a problem for you?” Because it sure wasn’t a problem for him. In fact, he liked it that she hadn’t fallen for anyone.

      Avery shook her head. “Dad wanted to see me settled down. But it never happened. I traveled a lot after college. I wanted to see the world and my parents indulged me. Getting a job, marriage and all that...it didn’t seem that important.”

      So why was she working for him now? Still seeing the world? Maybe experiencing the other side of life?

      He’d met women who wanted to try slumming it. Didn’t matter to him. In his bed, rich or poor, they all screamed out the same during a hard climax.

      If Avery wanted a walk on the wild side, he’d show her just how hot the wild side could be.

      He was curious about Avery’s motives, but digging into her psyche would have to wait. “We have a tail.”

      Confused, she stared at him. “What?”

      “We’re being followed.”

      “Oh, my God!” She twisted to look out the rearview mirror. “Who is it?”

      “No idea.” Her reaction dumbfounded him. He’d half expected her to laugh, to say he was being paranoid. Instead, she’d shot straight into panic mode. “Hang on, babe. I’m going to lose him.”

      She said “Wha—” as he accelerated around a corner, and the word ended in a gasp.

      Grabbing the door, she braced herself as he took another right, then a sharp left. His tires squealed obscenely loud in the dark, quiet hours of the night.

      He stepped on the gas, barreling through a yellow light on the empty street and turning again down a narrow road. Killing the car lights, he pulled into a parking lot and stopped, but kept the car idling just in case he had to gun it out of there.

      Arm on the back of the seat, Rowdy looked over his shoulder, watching.

      Voice trembling, Avery whispered, “What are we waiting for?”

      Concentrating, Rowdy didn’t answer her, and half a minute later, the car sped past them on the main road. A fancy new model, silver, four-door hybrid. Facing forward again, lights still out, he put the car in Drive and turned.

      Who the hell would be following him, and why? It was bad enough that it happened, but with Avery along for the ride? Heads would roll.

      In a killing mood, he asked, “You okay?”

      She stared at him for too long before saying, “Yes. You?”

      “I’m fine.” Why wouldn’t he be? Taking back roads, he got them on track again. She still looked shaken, her eyes a little too wide, her shoulders stiff. He remembered how nervous she’d been outside the bar, watching the darkness as if the boogeyman might jump from the shadows.

      He didn’t take Avery for a timid woman easily spooked. Something else was going on.

      When he reached over and put a hand on her knee, she didn’t pull away. “Sorry about that.”

      She hugged herself. “You’re sure the car was following us?”

      “Afraid so.” He’d spot a tail every time. It was like his senses kicked into gear, alerting him. “Hazard of my life. You can’t live as I have and not make a few enemies along the way. Course, it could’ve just been someone who recognized the car. It has a previous history all its own.”

      Avery looked around at the late-model Ford. It ran well, but the interior had seen better days. “What does that mean? Did you win the car in a card game, too?”

      “No, but I bought it cheap from a guy who lost in a card game and needed some fast cash before he got beat with a tire iron.”

      She stared at him agog. “You’re not joking.”

      “No.” A million stars lightened the skies to a smoky