Chapter Seven “YOU HAD s*x on his back porch, big deal,” Karla said with a shake of her head while holding a piece of bacon between her fingers. “While I admit that was pretty far out there for you, it isn’t exactly kinky and wild. Hell, that’s just a Tuesday night for me.” Aimee took a bite out of her toast, letting it dangle between her fingers as she chewed. As much as she hated to admit it, her sister was right. Besides, Aimee already had s*x with him on his porch. It was old news. A repeat. “I need to come up with something new.” Across the table, Karla sighed as she fell back in her chair. “You need to give this up; that’s what you need to do. Take my word for it; if you keep this up, you’re going to screw everything up. Clint doesn’t want his ex-wife. He wants you. And he wants y