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“What the hell is angry sex?” Davis asked, face screwed up in mock horror. “Pardon my language but that sounds fucking painful.”
Men.
“Angry sex is when you’re pissed at someone so you take it out on someone else.”
“That’s calculating and cold.”
She shrugged. “Not many guys care. Trust me, they like angry sex.”
“That makes no sense.”
Charlie was in the mood to argue. She crossed her hands over her chest.
“It makes perfect sense.”
Davis leaned against the vehicle he was working on and crossed his legs. “So let me get this straight. You think that I was pissed at someone.”
“I know you were.”
“Huh. And who would that someone be?”
“Oh my God, Davis. Really? You were mad at Ava.”
His eyes narrowed a bit. “So you think that because I was mad at Ava—“
“So you admit it!”
“I admit to nothing, but let’s get back to the angry sex thing. You think I was mad at Ava and the way I dealt with it was to bang some woman from Springs Falls?”
“I knew it.” Charlie danced in a circle—not quite a twerk but damn close. “Was it Cheryl Baines?”
“No.”
“Rosalyn Pope?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“Tiffany Sykes.”
“Jesus, no. She’s almost as old as my mother.”
Thinking hard, Charlie crossed the shop and retrieved a water bottle from her workbench. Who the hell had been at the gathering in Springs Falls?
“Got it,” she shouted, striding back toward Davis as if she’d just pitched the winning strike in the World Series. “Lisa Vanderbirken.”
“Ah, that would be a hell no. Her husband is built like a freaking Mack Truck and I play hockey with him on Monday Nights.”
“Oh, right. I forgot they got back together.” She frowned. “Well, who the hell was it then?”
Davis leaned forward, a wicked smile on his face, and shrugged. “That would be none of your business.”
“Bastard,” she said, gruffly, trying not to smile. Lord knows the guy needed someone to take his mind off of Ava.
“Don’t worry, Samuels. I’ll fill you in someday.” He paused, a big ass smirk on his face. “Maybe.”
She tossed her water bottle at him, but he caught it and took a long drink himself.
Just then the last bay door opened and Ken, the tow-truck guy, popped his head inside.
