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“What are you going to do about it?” Slade asked him in a jaunty tone as he walked over to help me onto my feet. “Tell us we’renotallowed to take our rightful property back?”
He let me stand on my own, and the rest of us hurried after Logan, who’d just hit the button to open the door. The steel surface whirred upward—and revealed a small parking lot in the back of the building with four vehicles parked in a row. The one at the farthest left had a familiar green hood.
My heart leapt. I dashed over to my Malibu and ran my hand over the side as if I needed to touch it to confirm it was really there. My hard-earned ride that I’d started to think I might never see again. It looked perfectly fine, not at all damaged, no more scratches or dents than had been there before it’d been stolen. A sigh of relief rushed out of me.
“For fuck’s sake,” Logan growled. He spun around as if to confront the mechanics, but all I wanted to do was get out of here, not linger in the awful parts of the confrontation.
I fished my keys out of my pocket. “I’ve got my fob. We don’t need anything else from them. Can we just get going?” I paused. “Unless we should call the police and report it.”
“It won’t get us very far,” Dexter remarked evenly. “Since you didn’t report the car stolen already, the guys can easily claimyouparked it here just now, or that you brought it in earlier to have work done. They’re probably not the people who stole it anyway.”
“No,” Logan said, but there was an ominous note to his voice I didn’t totally like. He shot a glower into the bay and then turned back to us, suddenly all business. “Dex, ride with Madelyn back to campus so she doesn’t have to go alone. Slade and I will meet you there.”
Dex nodded and moved to the passenger side as I clicked the button to unlock the door. I didn’t really care about getting the police involved—I had my car back, and someone else could worry about catching the assholes who’d taken it if they kept up their shady practices.
But as shaky as I still was from the fight and the sudden discovery of my car, I couldn’t help lingering over Logan’s last words as I sank into the driver’s seat. What did it matter to Logan whether I had to make the drive alone? Shouldn’t he be jumping for joy that now I’d have no excuse to seek him out again?
Or was it possible that somewhere deep down, in the same place that rage had come from, I did still matter to him a little, no matter what he’d said to me yesterday?
And if I did, why was he working so hard at acting like I didn’t?
