Hard To Handle (Teach Me Book 2) by RC Boldt Page B

Laney. Now, I’m going to end up having dirty, wild sex with some random brunette and end up calling out your name.” He pouted. “You don’t want that, do you?”
    Drily, she said, “You’re going to do that whether I tag along or not. Minus the name calling part.”
    His head tilted to the side for a split second. “Huh. Well, what do you know? You’re right.” He held a hand over his heart. “But I promise I’ll be thinking of you the entire time I fu—”
    Doc had slapped a hand over his mouth. “Stop. Just stop. That was about to be so far past the X-rating and you know it.” He slowly removed his hand from his friend’s mouth.
    Hendy considered it for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, well, it is what I do best.” Turning back to Laney, he said, “You had your chance. Now, I’m up for grabs by the rest of Fernandina.” He ambled off to the cab.
    “I’m sure they’re already lining up.” Doc’s expression was deadpanned. Then, he wrapped Laney in a hug. “Bye, baby girl. It was good seeing you.”
    “You, too. Tell my brother to stop working you so much so you can join us for karaoke on Saturdays.”
    A look flashed across his face before he answered her, a tinge of sadness laced in his tone. “Yeah, well, right now it’s a good thing I have a heavy workload.” With a wink, he said good-bye, heading over to the cab.
    “Later, Laney McBrainy!” Foster called from the open window of the cab. Seriously? That freaking nickname needed to die, already.
    “Remember, I’ll be thinking of you when I slide inside— Ow! What the hell was that for?” Hendy yelled.
    “You’ll be cock-blocked like never before if you don’t stop talking to my sister like that,” Foster tossed back.
    Oh, hell. That poor cab driver. They’d better tip well. Like, really well. Laney waved as they backed out of the driveway, ready to head down South Fletcher Avenue, just as Tate walked up beside her.
    “So, you’re really not going to do anything?” hissed Tate. “I mean, what the hell, Laney? Anyone with half a brain could notice the sexual tension radiating from the two of you?”
    “Shh!” Laney told her friend.
    Looking around with wide eyes, Tate stage-whispered, “Oh, sorry! I forgot the palm trees can hear us. My bad.”
    “Tate,” there was a warning to her tone. She tipped her head in the direction of Zach who was walking down the steps of the house, heading toward his car. She and Tate returned his wave before he got into his car, quickly backing out of the driveway to head home.
    “So, Laney,” Tate mocked her. “Or should I call you Ginger? Because you were certainly channeling your inner Ginger Rodgers with Twinkle Toes Mayson tonight.”
    Tossing her head back, peering up at the stars in the night sky, she groaned. “Tate. It’s not like that.”
    “What’s it like, then?”
    Laney shook her head. “I don’t know …”
    Tate held out her hands, palms up. “Tonight is special. Romance is in the air. Why can’t you take advantage of this moment?”
    Laney mulled this over, head cocked to the side. “You mean, I should take advantage of this truce-like moment? Like maybe Zach and I could have one night and then revert to our norm tomorrow …” she mused.
    “That’s not what I meant.” Tate spoke the words slowly. “I was trying to say that maybe now you’ll be open to—”
    “Yes!” Laney continued, not even hearing Tate, so lost in her thoughts. “That would totally work. Take advantage of everything because who knew we’d have this kind of chemistry, right? Then, we’ll go back to normal tomorrow.” She hugged Tate. “Brilliant! Thanks, Tate. Be careful going home.”
    Laney hurried to her car, not registering her friend’s muttering of disapproval.

C HAPTER T EN
    L ANEY HAD OFFICIALLY LOST HER mind. That was the only possible reason for her car ending up where it was currently—in Zachariah Mayson’s driveway. What was she doing? And how did this seem like such