Some Girls Do by Leanne Banks Page B

the influence of powerful medication, he felt himself grow warm.
    She wrinkled her brow. “I just don't understand why you're so rude.” She shook her head. “You would be irresistible if you were just a little bit nicer.”
    Michael took a moment to digest her statements. How odd. The Valium had obviously lowered her inhibitions and it seemed to have the effect of a truth serum. If there was anything he wanted to know about Miss Katie Collins, then now was the time to ask.
    “I would be irresistible to whom?” he ventured.
    She shrugged. “To everyone.”
    “I'll take that under advisement,” he said. “Are you from Texas originally?”
    “I left when I turned eighteen and only looked back once.”
    “You didn't like it?”
    She turned back in her seat. “I had to get away.”
    “Rough childhood?”
    “Weird. All I wanted when I left Texas was to be normal and not to call attention to myself.” She glanced at him. “A lot of people think being normal is boring, but believe me, normality is highly underrated. My mother was just too—” She broke off and shook her head.
    “Too what?” he prodded, his mind drifting to his own mother and her mental fragility. “Did she have a mental problem?”
    “That was always debatable,” she said dryly. “She was outrageous when she was alive and she's still outrageous. There wasn't much that would stifle her when she was alive and there's not much that will stifle her now.”
    He frowned, giving her a double take. He wondered if Katie was having delusions. “Is she dead?”
    Katie nodded. “Yep, but that doesn't stop her from giving advice. She means well, but she's a pain in the butt.”
    Michael tensed, questioning Katie's sanity, wishing he hadn't started this line of questioning. “She talks to you?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but I usually tell her to be quiet. She pipes in with the strangest things at the worst moments.” She slid a sideways glance at Michael. “She even has an opinion about you.”
    He shouldn't ask. He really shouldn't ask. He really couldn't resist. “What's that?”
    She crooked her finger for him to come closer. “She thinks all you need to improve your disposition is a really good blow job.”
    She was crazy. The woman looked like a sensible, uptight lady on the outside, when in reality, she was secretly a nut. But when he looked at her mouth, a hot, wicked visual filled his mind. He shouldn't be turned on by the ramblings of a crazy woman under the influence of mind-altering medication.
    He shouldn't, but he was.

“ When traveling, it is important to wear a short skirt in case you need help with your luggage. ”
    —S UNNY C OLLLNS'S WISDOM
    Chapter 7
    K atie felt as if she were coming off the effects of three margaritas minus the headache. After a layover in Atlanta and a connecting flight, she began to fight the fog that had settled over her brain. Michael grabbed her carry-on bag and after they exited the flight, he led the way down a long concourse to a long line for rental cars. Katie-eyed a shorter line. “Why don't we get one from that company?”
    “Because this is where Wilhemina rented her car. If the, same sales agent is working, we might be able to find out which direction she was, headed.” He shot her a curious glance. “How are you feeling?”
    She shrugged. “Weird.”
    He moved forward a few steps. “Hmm.”
    Uneasy, she tried to remember exactly what she'd said to him during the last several hours, but she had slept so much she didn't know what she'd said and what she'd dreamed. Some of her dreams, however, had felt strangely real. She remembered one where her mother had said something to her about the mile-high club. “What does hmm mean?”
    “You've been acting kind of weird.”
    Her uneasiness transformed to a knot in her stomach.
    “Did I talk about my—” She broke off, hot with embarrassment.
    He squeezed her shoulder. “Don't worry. I don't think you revealed too many state