DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

THE NEXT MORNING, as I stepped out of the house, Maddox
and his car were there waiting. He rolled down his window
and beckoned me over.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “Stalker much, Coulter?”
He handed me a brown paper bag. “Good morning to
you, too, Sweet Cheeks. You look better today. No bruises, I
see.”
My bruises, which I had successfully been able to hide
from my grandparents, were covered with makeup. I
shrugged and took whatever Maddox was offering me.
“Makeup did the trick.”
I peeked inside the bag. Mint. Chocolate. Muffin. Oh my
God!
“You–”
“You’re welcome,” he said.
I let out a laugh. “Seriously, what are you doing?”
“I thought you said we were friends.”
I eyed him suspiciously. “We are.”
“So, I’m getting you breakfast. You and Riley tend to
share lunch, right?”
I couldn’t decide if this was sweet or dorky, neither of
which suited Maddox Coulter. I gave his SUV a once over.
“I’m not getting in your car if you’re trying to bribe me with
my favorite muffin. For all I know, you could be a kidnapper
or an axe murderer.”
Maddox winked. “I’d make a sexy axe murderer, admit
it.”
I rolled my eyes, for the umpteenth time, and took a bite
of my mint chocolate muffin. “My bus is here,” I muttered
around a mouthful. I bent down, so we were eye-level and
gave him a smirk of my own. “You can follow me to school.
Like you followed me home yesterday. You need to improve
your stalking skills, Coulter.”
The look on his face was comical. Busted, Poodle.
I winked and sashayed away.