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“Jailbait? I’msonot jailbait.”
“You are jailbait. And trouble. The trouble of rich parents making a guy’s life a living hell for talking to their precious daughter.”
He’s not wrong. My father would flip his shit.
“Come on. I’m wiped.”
I follow him out of the office to a door with a bright Exit light shining above it. The silence tells me the bar is closed.
“What time is it?” I ask when he holds the creaky door open for me.
We step out into an ill-lit, vacant back lot of the bar. I’m a twenty-year-old woman catching a ride with a stranger after a night of drinking, but I’m not alarmed. Call me twisted for being thrilled to spend time with this man even if it risks dying.
Okay, I doubt he’s a serial killer, but I live for dramatics.
“A little after two,” he answers.
Good thing I’m staying at Ellie’s tonight. My mother would have the police—aka my brother—searching for me.
Speaking of Ellie …
Did she not realize her best friend was nowhere to be seen?
I tighten my jacket around myself, my heeled boots crunching against the gravel, and follow him the short distance to a running car, the chilly breeze smashing into me.
“Do you have a phone charger?” I ask behind him.
He nods but doesn’t glance back at me. “In the car.”
He opens the driver’s door to the black Camaro, and I do the same with the passenger side. We slide into our seats at the same time. I run my hands over my arms, grateful he heated the car.
I wait quietly when he opens the glove compartment, grabs a charger, and gives it to me. “Thank you.”
He shifts the car into reverse but doesn’t move from the parking spot. “You going to give me your address?”
“God, no,” I rush out. “Do you want me sent to an all-girls’ college?”
“I don’t know much about being sent to one, but it sounds like an overdramatic sorority girl like you wouldn’t like it.” He shakes his head and smiles. “I’m amazed your parents haven’t already shipped you off somewhere. I wouldn’t have predicted their daughter dearest to be such a rebel.”
“Trust me, neither did they.”
He reverses out of the parking spot, his arm settling at the top of my seat. “Is it an act of rebellion? Desire for attention?”
“Neither. It’s me being me.”
I’m half-tempted to shine my phone in his direction to see the expression on his face.
Which reminds me …
I clumsily plug my phone into the charger. As soon as it powers on, I text Ellie.
Me: What the hell? I know you always forget shit, but I was hoping that stopped at your best friend!
My phone beeps seconds later.
Ellie: Calm down, drama queen. I watched you follow the hot bartender you have a thing for to the back.
Me: I do not have a thing for him!
