Dirty Deeds
Chapter One
"The closest I've ever been to nirvana was during an orgasm."
Tate Cross rolled her eyes. Where did Val come up with this stuff?
Undaunted, her friend Val shifted her pregnant belly. She broke the chocolate
bar in half, sucking at the apricot filling oozing over her finger. "But this
..." a satisfied moan escaped, "... is running a close second."
"I wasn't talking about nirvana the place; I was talking about Nirvana the
band." Tate slid the CD case across the dining room table and switched off the
boom box, doubting Val would appreciate the subtle nuances of Cobain and
company's "Heart-Shaped Box".
"Sorry. I never understood that whole grunge thing."
Tate narrowed her eyes. "But if we were talking about sweaty, grungy cowboys in
tight jeans, whinin' 'bout lovin' the wrong woman, drivin' off in dusty pickups
to the local bar for a shot of pain-easin' whiskey, you'd pay attention."
"Country music always gets me hot."
"No wonder you've been pregnant four times."
A sly, dreamy look drifted over Val's face. "This one was conceived when Rich
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