Free Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4) by K.M. Golland

wanted to do with my kids.’
    Lib loved being a teacher. LOVED it. She was forever going
far beyond the call of duty and what was expected of her. I didn’t get it ...
not that I really needed to.
    ‘Being sick sucks,’ I said resolutely. ‘I had a hot date
planned the other night which I had to cancel. And, to top it off, he is a
firefighter. Lib, my vagina is a blaze and I wanted him to put it out with his
fire hose.’
    She raised her eyebrow, then scowled and rubbed her tummy.
Knowing these signs, I calculated in my head that she had less than five
minutes before she was blowing chunks again.
    ‘Where’d you meet him?’ Lib asked before taking what looked
like a laboured sip of her water.
    ‘You want me to get you anything, a dry cracker?’ I
suggested. ‘It may make you feel a little better.’
    She shook her head. ‘No thanks, it will barely see my
oesophagus. I don’t want to waste a good cracker.’
    I let out a small giggle. Lib was the biggest tight-arse I
had ever come across. She wasted nothing. ‘You need to eat something. You can’t
just rely on water.’
    She groaned. ‘Do we have any more of those Hydralyte ice
blocks? I’ll suck on one of those.’
    I stood up. ‘Hang on. I’ll check the freezer.’
    Shuffling into the kitchen in my moccasins and yellow duck
PJs, I opened the freezer and searched for the hydrating ice stick.
    ‘So, where’d you meet this fireman?’ Lib called out from the
other room.
    ‘He’s Alexis’ boyfriend’s best friend,’ I shouted back,
delving into the depths of the freezer.
    Managing to find the ice treat for her, I snipped the
plastic top off and wrapped it in a paper towel. I’m such a good fucking
friend.
    Just as I was about to head back into the lounge, Sasha
barked from her position outside and not so subtly scratched the glass sliding
door with her paw. I opened it and let her in. ‘Who’s a good girl?’ I praised
in my Scooby Doo voice .
    She wagged her tail and gave me a smile — at least, it
looked like a smile — then proceeded into the lounge. I followed her and handed
Libby the ice block. ‘Here. This will at least hydrate you.’
    ‘Thanks. So ... tell me more about this firefighter. Is he
hot?’
    I laughed. Hearing Derek referred to as hot would always
make me laugh. ‘God, yes! Seriously, Lib, he is the hottest guy I have ever
seen.’
    She bit down on the ice block then made a
holy-shit-that-is-cold face. ‘Nice! So when are you seeing him next?’
    ‘I don’t know,’ I answered sullenly.
    ‘What do you mean you don’t know?’
    ‘I mean that when I texted him and told him I had gastro, I
don’t think he believed me. He didn’t ask when I was free again.’
    ‘So text him back and ask when he is free,’ she suggested,
as if it were that simple. It wasn’t. There was a process, an unwritten law on
how these first dates were handled. He was meant to chase me. Not the other way
around.
    ‘Elizabeth,’ I sternly remarked, ‘with all due respect, when
was the last time you dated?’
    ‘What’s that got to do with it?’ she griped.
    ‘A shitload. You don’t chase the guy before the first date.’
I rolled my eyes at her. ‘Everyone knows that. He has to chase you.’
    ‘Who says?’ she mildly groaned, clenching her tummy.
    I flicked my eyes in her direction and gave her a
questioning glare. ‘You gonna be sick? If you’re gonna be sick, fuck off. This
is my favourite blanket.’
    Lib closed her eyes momentarily, then opened them again.
‘I’m good. I’ve got this. I am a strong woman who is in charge of her body. I
say what it does and doesn’t do.’
    Looking at her as if she had grown a second head, or was
about to wrench off her bra and set fire to it in our living room, I asked her
what verbal diarrhoea was spilling from her mouth. ‘What the king fuck of
Fucktown have you been reading?’
    ‘None of your business. Just know that it works. I’m in
charge and ruler of my destiny.’
    ‘You’re a