“You’ve always been a rule follower, sweetheart,” he says, his tone husky, “you sure that you know how to change the rules?” “Weren’t you just telling me two days ago how much trouble I am?” I rock my butt against his crotch, which is nestled up against my backside. “Don’t doubt my troublemaking prowess, Mr. Carter.” He grips my hips, pulling them sharply backward. “To a weekend of trouble.”