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supposed.
    He didn’t look happy as he slammed the door, shutting them in together again. But he didn’t say a word. For five minutes. And he was clearly trying to keep his eyes on things outside of the truck.
    Screw that. This neighborhood was not that interesting.
    “Stalking your son is crazy, you know.”
    “I know.”
    Her eyes widened. “You do?”
    “I’m sure this is an overreaction,” he admitted.
    Emma was impressed he realized that.
    “But Michael is avoiding me. He hasn’t eaten a meal at home and has answered only two phone calls from me since I found him in bed with Shannon.”
    “Oh. Yikes,” Emma said quietly.
    “If he isn’t going to be responsible and mature about telling me where he’s going and what he’s doing, then I’ll find out another way. If he doesn’t want me to follow him, then he’ll be frank with me. If he’s not, he leaves me no other choice.”
    That wasn’t entirely true, of course, but she could at least agree that Michael could be handling this better too. One thing she could say for Shannon—she didn’t always make the best choices, but she was honest about what she chose.
    A few more minutes ticked by and Emma felt herself growing restless.
    They were clearly going to sit here for an unspecified amount of time. They could at least try to make it fun.
    “Want to make out?” she asked.
    “No.”
    And up until about two hours ago she would have believed that. But that hadn’t been a banana in his pocket at the concert. Okay, she could play along. What else did she have to do?
    “Want to talk about our hopes and dreams?”
    He looked over with one eyebrow up. “No.”
    Good. What was she going to tell him? About that dirty dream she’d had about him a month ago? That would be a bad idea.
    “Then it’s Truth or Dare.” Which also probably wasn’t brilliant.
    Nate rolled his eyes. “And if this was my thirteenth birthday party, I might think that was a great idea. But it’s not. And I don’t.”
    “Come on. We’re just sitting here. What else are we going to do?”
    “Sit and silently stew over the fact that my son is rebelling against everything I’m trying to do for him.”
    She stared at him. “Um. No. Truth or Dare.”
    “No.”
    “Then I’ll play by myself,” she said, thinking fast. “And I pick dare.”
    “Emma.”
    She ignored him. Staking out the house where Michael and Shannon were having a good time with their friends was ridiculous. And sitting this close to Nate after kissing him in the theater was making her want to take all of her clothes off.
    She was well known for being bold and without boundaries. Time to put some of that to good use.
    “Emma,” she said. “I dare you to take the finger vibrator out of your purse and use it right here in the back of this truck.”
    There was a heartbeat of silence. Then she reached for her purse.
    “No!”
    The word was loud and firm and Emma instinctively pulled her hand back, turning wide eyes on Nate. He looked like he was in pain. And really mad.
    “I have to. It’s a dare.”
    Nate didn’t scare her. He made her frustrated and horny…but not scared.
    “If you take a finger vibrator out of your purse, I’ll throw your ass out of this truck.”
    Her tummy flipped. Damn, there was something about that commanding tone of voice that made her get all hot and tingly.
    “Oh, come on, Nate. You have to admit that there’s a not-so-little part of you—” her gaze dropped to his lap, “—that wouldn’t mind seeing this.”
    His eyes narrowed. “You pull a vibrator out and I will physically remove you from this truck and leave it up to you to find a way home.”
    Whether it was the expression on his face or the tone in his voice or both, she believed him.
    She sighed and slumped back in her seat. She wasn’t sure how far she would have gone with the vibrator. Honestly, with Nate sitting there watching her? All the way. No doubt. And it wouldn’t have taken long to get all the way