Follow Me Home

by Monica Goulet

  Suddenly, the thought occurred to her — if she could find a way to get into trouble here — would her grandmother be forced to send her back home? She delighted at the idea. It was the best idea she’d had in days.

  “Thirsty?”

  The low, smooth voice sounded behind her, and she jumped in surprise. Turning around and letting go of the cooler’s frosty door, she found herself face to face with the black-haired hottie.

  “You’re new around here.” He continued his uninhibited examination of Tina’s body.

  Tina nodded. Her throat tightened, and she wasn’t absolutely sure she’d be able to squeak out any words — that is, if she could think of the slightest thing cool to say in the first place.

  This extremely hot guy was talking to her. He was probably a total bad boy, and he was making no secret of the fact that he was checking her out. She self-consciously stuck her chest out a notch, hoping she appeared a bit more developed.

  “So, what are you looking for?” He raised his eyebrows in an obvious flirting maneuver.

  Gazing down at his tan forearms, his thumbs tucked just inside the corners of his front pockets, she wondered if the rest of him was just as tan. He was probably the type of boy who had no problem going shirtless.

  She took in a much needed breath and returned her eyes back to stare at him squarely in the face when she spoke her first words to him.

  “I’m looking for trouble.”