Free Wife Me Bad Boy by Chance Carter Page B

there.
    Why was I crying? Because I’d let shit like that happen to me too often in my life. Was I really that worthless? Did good men really not have any interest in making love to me? I’d been cheated on, humiliated, dumped, and now, a new insult had been added to the list. I’d been ignored.
    The only man who’d ever acted like he actually enjoyed making love to me was Grant, and there was no chance of that ever happening again. Not that I could see. Grant wanted a one night stand, and he didn’t believe in marriage. Another dead end in the maze of dead ends that was my love life.

Chapter 13
    Grant
    W HEN I HEARD LACEY’S CAR pull up the driveway in the morning, I could finally breathe easy. I know I shouldn’t have been worried about her, it wasn’t my place, but when she was meeting up with some random guy from the Internet, I always worried. I wasn’t jealous. I was used to her staying out all night with guys. I just worried sometimes. Especially when she went all the way into the city and didn’t call anyone.
    I should have let her get home in peace but something brought me down the stairs and into the kitchen.
    “I just made coffee,” I called when I heard her open the front door. “You want some?”
    She seemed a little sheepish, like she usually did when she got home in the morning. It wasn’t even seven-thirty yet. It was obvious she’d spent the night with her date.
    “I’ll have a cup,” she said, almost apologetically. “Thank you.”
    I looked up at her. She was being surprisingly nice, which was rare since our escapade at the wedding. It made me wonder what had happened. She usually softened up like this when something bad happened. Had that asshole from her date tried something? If he did, I’d kill him. I’d nail his fucking guts to the wall, so help me God.
    I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. If there was one thing I knew about Lacey, it was that she valued her privacy. In fact, when it came to her romantic life, she was positively secretive. She never told me or the other brothers a thing.
    I poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her. She seemed shaky. Something had definitely happened on her date. I was certain of it.
    “How was your date?” I said, trying to sound as natural as possible.
    She caught my eye. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in something as mundane as a woman’s personal life. Aren’t you more interested in freedom and the like?”
    “Come on, that’s not fair.”
    “Isn’t it? Isn’t that what you said?”
    “I never said that.”
    “You’re the one who’s all about the one night stands. Never let a chick tie you down.”
    “Lacey, where’s all this coming from?”
    I knew she was still sore about what had happened in the barn. I hadn’t handled that as well as I should have, and I owed her better. I’d never have talked her into that one night stand if I’d thought for a second it would leave her feeling this upset. I’d been selfish. I’d wanted her body. I’d craved her. And I took what I wanted without considering the consequences.
    But that had been weeks ago, and she’d mostly gotten over it. It didn’t explain why she was so upset now. Something bad had definitely happened on this date.
    I’ll admit, it might not have been as serious as I was thinking. It could have been something perfectly normal. A difference of opinion, a simple argument, any one of the million things that can go wrong on a normal date between two nice people. But if I found even a hint that this guy she’d met up with had done something untoward, I’d cut his fucking cock off and feed it back to him.
    “Did something happen last night, Lacey?”
    “Oh, so now you’re interested?”
    “Come on, Lacey. I’m just trying to look out for you.”
    “Oh, really. By prying into my love life? You know, Grant, if you hadn’t fucked me so recently, I might believe that you were just looking out for me. But now I know better. You’re