Page 13 of The Right Sign


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But for a different reason.

“Dare.Dare?” Mosely croaks from the phone. “What do you mean someone put a bat through your Rolls?”

I rip my eyes off the woman and strain to see in the darkness. The culprit’s already taken off, but I have a near photographic memory.

I rattle off the license plate. “I need you to track that for me.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.” I take another step.

“I’ll get in touch with Clay Bolton.”

“Not Clay.” I don’t want to drag him away from his brother’s wedding. “I have another contact at Clay’s company.”

“Done.” Mosely mutters under his breath, “I can’t believe those hooligans. How did they even get into Cody Bolton’s wedding?”

“Mosely—”

“Riff-raff. Disgusting. Do they have any idea how expensive that car is?”

“I have comprehensive insurance,” I growl, already uncomfortable with how he’s talking aboutthem.Becausethemincludes that woman.

Her and ‘disgusting’ should never be in the same sentence. It’s imperative.

And I don’t know why I feel so strongly about that.

“The car will get fixed,” I say quietly.

“Then why…?”

“I promised Talia a ride tomorrow and because of this mess I won’t—”

The rest of my words are drowned out by a loudcrack.

I turn slowly.

Blink.

Blink again.

Her slim brown fingers wrap around the baseball bat. Two of the five are encased in delicate gold rings that sit above her knuckles. She’s standing slightly bent over, drawing my eyes to the curve of her hips.

The zebra-print stilettos meant for sin stand proudly in a sea of scattered glass.

“Dare? I heard a noise. What happened?”

“I’ll call you back.” I slip the phone into my pocket, eyes locked on her.

The twitch under my skin should be from anger. After all, this girl just smashed my car with a batright in front of me.

I don’t know her.

I don’t know why they targeted me.

I don’t know what I’ve done to them.

And I certainly don’t know why I want to pin this woman against the car she just added an extra dent to.

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