Free Dirty Trick by Christine Bell Page B

don’t care. I mean, I’m hoping he does call, but either way, I’m glad it happened. Vic did such a job on me about the whole sex thing and this? Was liberating. I might be ready to actually get out there again and try to meet someone now.”
    Serena nodded slowly and pushed her half-empty plate away. “That makes me really happy to hear you say that. That prick did enough damage, and you’ve wasted enough time on him.” She leaned forward, a mischievous light in her china-blue eyes. “So dish the deets. Was he hung or what?”
    Grace didn’t answer, but her cheeks burned as she busied herself fussing with the fake flower arrangement on the table.
    Serena squealed with glee. “Yes! Awesome. Way to pick ‘em, doll. So what else?”
    She opened her mouth to tease her a little and tell her that nice girls didn’t kiss and tell right before she spilled the beans on her wild night, but the doorbell rang. She got up to answer it, and a tingle radiated from her chest. Could it be? Of course not. He didn’t even know where she lived, for crying out loud.
    The door swung open before she got there, and Trick and his mutt, Skeeter, stepped inside. Weird because he never used the bell, usually opting instead for a quick knock before coming right in. And weirder still, the tingles were in full force, same as always when Trick came around. She’d thought those had been fixed last night, once she’d zeroed in on Catman, but apparently that wasn’t the case. So did that mean he wasn’t right for her either? Maybe he wouldn’t call after all. What was that about the cobbler’s son never having shoes?
    She slapped on a smile and met Trick’s gaze. For a brief second, she wondered if he could tell what she’d been up to. She resisted the sudden urge to fix her hair, or check for a scarlet letter on her shirt. Did she look guilty? And why did she care if she did? He’d be happy for her, wouldn’t he? For some reason, the thought made her just a little less enthusiastic than she’d been a minute before.
    “Hey, how was the party last night?” he asked, his signature grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Speaking of which, that was a pretty sexy mouth…
    Great. One night of awesome nookie and now she was going to turn into a sex maniac. Vic would be so pleased to know that he’d been right all along. “It went really well,” she said, hesitating to say more. Trick closed the door behind him and wiped his work boots on the welcome mat.
    “She did it with a guy who had a really big schlong,” Serena called from the kitchen island.
    Grace closed her eyes and wanted to melt right into the floor. She had imagined telling Trick that she’d met someone and they’d hooked up, but she never planned on telling him all that. Especially the schlong part.
    She cleared her throat and met Trick’s gaze, wondering if her face was as red as one of the poppies on her kitchen table. “Um, so that’s TMI, I’m sure.”
    The smile had ramped up from a solid seven to a glaring eleven and he seemed positively stoked over the news of her debauchery. Well, why shouldn’t he be? They were friends, after all. And maybe he’d had a big night too. The thought of Trick doing the same thing she’d done last night with someone else made her stomach clench around that giant bagel she’d horked down a few minutes before. Not cool. These stupid tingles were messing with her head.
    “Not TMI. I’m actually happy to hear it,” he said, making his way into the kitchen over to the coffee pot to pour himself a mug. “You haven’t dated since you moved here, and I was starting to worry. It’s about time you got out there. Someone you met at Chaz’s party or someone you know?”
    “Nope. Never met him before.”
    “And he was hung, huh?”
    She shook her head and glared at Serena. “She said that, not me.”
    “So, he wasn’t hung, or?” He looked decidedly less enamored with her tale and she changed the subject quickly. It had