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I didn’t want to remember that. The mere idea of Lila
sleeping with that Frenchman had rage coursing through
my veins. How? How did I think it would be okay for me to
give Lila that stupid dare? How did I think it’d help me get
over her?
Instead, I hated myself.
It made me want to fuck her, claim her even more.
The need to ruin her for any other man had been allconsuming.
Yeah, that dare didn’t work out as well as I expected.
But it gave me something else instead. It gave me Lila,
all of her: all of what I didn’t have before but now I did.
“Go ahead, give me your dare.” Minx.
Lila pulled away enough to stare into my eyes. Her gaze
drifted to my lips, before she speared me with an
unreadable look. “Remember the girl who tried to hit on
you when we walked into the bar?”
Suspicious with where she was going with this, I
refrained from answering. Lila was sweet like an angel and
as devious as a she-devil. I didn’t trust the glint in her
chocolate eyes.
She nodded to my left, and I quickly glanced in that
direction. Miss Blondie was staring at me with rapt
attention. When she noticed me looking, her ruby lips
spread into a full smile.
“Lila,” I started.
She cut me off. “I dare you to dance with her.”
My hold tightened on her. Lila was playing with fire.
“Why?”
She lifted a shoulder, half-shrugging. “Because. We don’t
get to ask the reason behind a dare, Coulter.”
What was going on in that pretty head of hers? Her
expression didn’t give anything away, but I didn’t dare trust
the nonchalant look on her face. Her body was tight as a
bow string, and her hands were fisted at her sides.
Yeah, she didn’t want me to dance with Blondie.