Ridin' Dirty (Beautifully Dirty #2) Read Online Free Page A

what?”
    “Nothing really, forget it.”
    “Nope, too late, girl, spill it.”
    “It’s really no big deal, and it happened a long time ago.”
    “What happened exactly?” he asks, raising his voice slightly.
    “You swear you aren’t going to call him up and yell at him?”
    “Yes. Christ, girl, just say it.”
    “Fine . . . right before we left for college, I went over to say goodbye to him and we kissed. And it wasn’t like a, ‘we’re friends kiss.’ It was a . . . ‘we better stop before this goes any further kiss.’”
    “Oh . . . and now you can’t talk to him?”
    “Not really, I don’t know what to say to him.”
    “He misses you, ya know?”
    “I miss him too, but it’s awkward now.”
    “It doesn’t have to be.”
    “Well, it is.”
    “Maybe you both just got caught up in the moment. I think you guys should talk to each other about it.”
    “Yeah, maybe, but I’m not ready to deal with it yet.”
    “Why Ansley, did it mean something more to you?”
    “NO! . . . I mean, I don’t think so . . .”
    “Really?” I could hear the surprise in his voice. Ugh, how did this all get so complicated?
    “Ryan, look I’ll talk to Coop about it sometime, but right now I have a project to get back to and finals coming up. K?”
    “Ok, as long as it’s not anything more serious than that.”
    “No, that’s it. I promise.”
    After we hung up I laid back on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I need to talk to Coop at some point. I know it. But I want to do it face to face. I need to know if what I was feeling after that kiss was just because of the kiss, or if my heart rate started to speed up like it had after I ran to the car that day.
    Falling asleep, I wake to Cara walking into my room and telling me she is going to grab some lunch and then lie out.
    “Join me, girl?”
    “Huh, what?”
    “I asked you to lunch?”
    “Oh, yeah, sure.”
    “What’s got your mind racing?”
    “Racing, why would you say racing?”
    “Nothing, geez, girl, it’s a figure of speech.”
    “I’m sorry. I talked to Ryan today. It just got me thinking about things. I miss both him and
    Coop. I miss watching them ride and the fun we had together.”
    “Well then, let’s have lunch, lie out and find when the next local race is and go to one.”
    Looking at her in disbelief, “You’d go to a race with me?”
    “Hell yes, I would! The way you talk about it and the guys there, I need to see it with my own two eyes.”
    “Deal, let’s go.” I jump off my bed, grabbing my cell and we head out the door.
     

     
    THE NEXT COUPLE days are spent working on the project for my media class. I also have a video
    presentation, so I will be doing that next. On Sunday, Cara and I are heading to a local race and I’m excited. I may not know anyone racing but by going, it’s going to make me feel like I’m back with the guys and right now I want that feeling back.
    We arrive at the track shortly after ten in the morning. Since we aren’t here to see anyone in particular, there is no reason to get up at the ass crack of dawn. We sleep in, get prettied up a bit, she more than me, and then stop for a bite to eat.
    Parking is interesting with a car. I’ve never been to a track in one. You park in wide open fields that aren’t always mowed, so having a car can be difficult. This was never even a thought when I went with Ryan and Coop.
    Stepping out of the car makes me feel like I’m home. Putting my feet on dirt and grass is just what I need. My cowboy boots are going to enjoy the day as much as my cut offs and hot pink FOX tank top. Cara is sporting her favorite camo shorts and Army green halter-top; thank goodness she finally listened to me.
    When she stepped into the living room wearing white shorts and a light peach tank, I just about lost it laughing. I told her even though she looked cute as hell, that was no outfit for the “dirt bike races.” I used quotes around the words “dirt bike races,” so she