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I didn’t miss that she recoiled from my touch and walked as far away froot outside I had to hide an alared at me That red hair wasn’t a lie She was all kinds of fiery and full of fight I shouldn’t like that nearly as much as I did, and I shouldn’t want to see her inas I led her silently to the Runner

CHAPTER 4

Dovie

I WAS SHAKING I wasn’t sure if it was froer, adrenaline, or the fact that Bax didn’t seens applied to him or his loud, wickedly fast car I checked ripped the dash in front of ers that hite We hadn’t said a word since leaving the strip club He hadn’t mentioned what happened when he went in the back, the brush with Benny, or the fact I had practically mauled him in front of the sleazy mobster

That was so unlike me I was reserved, shy even, when it came to the opposite sex I never trusted their e knocked up and abandoned because of pretty words rattled off a talented tongue I didn’t want that for myself I tried to make smart choices, choices that would eventually lead me out of places like the Point That meant most boys who came from the streets were boys I didn’t waste my time on Not to mention I dressed like a boy most of the time and didn’t bother to doll up It wasn’t like they were pounding down the front door to get after mebut that kiss with Bax was different

When he had kissed me for show, I kneas an act, a way to stake his claiht gaze never wavered and it was like pressingsurface of a statue Sure, he tasted like enticeerous that oozed out of hiah to stopto spring open and pull hiuy like Bax for whatever reason was enough tohead, and I didn’t like it, so when Benny had pushed, I needed to take the control back

Only it backfired, and kissing Bax for real was like getting sucked into a vortex of desire and not being able to tell up frouy had skills He had a touch It was no wonder tramps across toere bu about hiood time and anyone would be a fool to pass up the opportunity to have one with hiasp as the muscle car squealed around the corner of the street in front of the diner and whipped into the parking lot He drove like he was running away froh the car stood out like a sore thumb, no one, the police included, seemed inclined to stop him

“Christ! Are you in a hurry?” I didn’t mean to sound terrified, that wasn’t hoanted him to think of me, but it couldn’t be helped

He grinned in the dim interior of the car and I watched the way it es It shouldn’t make him attractive—it was impossible to miss and screamed “troubled-and-trouble”—but it was hot I hated to admit it, but he was all sorts of sexy felon God, rong with me? That kiss had made me stupid

“I need to take you ho to you about a rich guy tied into Novak?”

I scowled at hi soht that was the deal”