Read A Bad Boy is Good to Find for Free Online

underhanded —
    He hugged her limp body to his chest and shuffled along on his knees through the sandy dirt, making sure to keep his head beneath the level of the wall. One of her feet dragged, no matter how he tried to hoist her higher. The sight of his car gleaming in the sun around the corner made him limp with relief.
    An invisible cloud of heat exploded in his face as he opened the passenger door and shoved her in. He jimmied her into position and propped her with his arm so she wouldn’t flop forward and bang her head on the dash while he buckled her seatbelt.
    He tossed her bag in the back seat and climbed into the driver’s side, relieved the vintage engine started on the first try. Hoped she couldn’t feel any pain as her short shorts and skimpy top left plenty of flesh exposed against the scorching leather seats.
    I’m so sorry Lizzie.
    I wanted to make us both happy. I never meant to hurt you.
    Her sleeping body exhaled fumes from the liquor percolating through her system. A distinctive smell he’d known since the cradle, that never failed to turn his stomach.
    Soon he’d have her tucked up in bed, with a good meal and plenty of water to drink. He’d get her dried out and straightened up. Then they’d figure out what to do next.

 
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
    “W hat on earth?” Freezing daggers pricked Lizzie’s skin and roused her from a distorted dream.
    “Thank God.” A man loomed over her, face in shadow. Behind him a showerhead pelted her with tiny drops of icy water.
    The scream she let out practically pierced her eardrums. Before she knew what was happening he’d wrapped his arms around her and lifted her out of the tub.
    “You had me worried there. I don’t know what’s in that stuff I gave you. Guess I should have asked.”
    Con . Of course. Her heart both sank and rose at the same time. Funny how it could still do that when it was broken .
    She kicked and struggled as he carried her out of the bathroom into a tiny hotel bedroom.
    “Where am I?” she shrieked, as he lowered her onto the bed.
    “Shhh. A motel in the desert.”
    She scanned the room as he disappeared back into the bathroom. Garish geometric curtains and a wood-grain TV suggested a time warp to the 1970s.
    He reappeared with a towel and started to rub. Conroy Beale, onetime man of her dreams, looked different with his shirt soaked and streaked with red dirt and his hair sticking in all directions. “You’ll get a mean headache soon, but after a rest you’ll feel good as new.”
    “I thought I killed you.” She flopped back on the bed as an anvil fell on her head. At least that’s what it felt like.
    He disappeared back into the bathroom and emerged with a paper cup. “Drink it.”
    “I can’t, my head hurts too much. What am I doing here?”
    “I kidnapped you.”
    “You’re an idiot. I’m broke, remember? Besides, my parents wouldn’t waste money on a ransom for me.” The cold emptiness threatened to close over her again. “Champagne, I need champagne!”
    “That’s the last thing you need. Drink this water and I’ll get you some more. I’ll bet you’ve been drunk an entire month.”
    “Best month of my life,” she rasped. Her head was too heavy to lift.
    “I’m not going to have your death on my conscience, so your boozing binge ends right now.”
    “What nonsense. Champagne isn’t booze. It’s made from squeezed grapes, you know. Healthy and delicious… Ow! Stop banging my head like that!”
    “I’m not. I’m a good five feet away from you.”
    The furniture shifted and twisted as she tried to focus. She could barely keep her eyes open. “Take me back to Zen Mind. I have yoga class at two and I can’t miss it.”
    “Yoga’s over. You’ve been out five hours. I thought you’d never wake up.”
    A hollow laugh rattled her ribs. “I’m almost sorry I did. Would have been fun to leave you with a body to dispose of.” Even in blurred half-vision he looked revoltingly handsome—all