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PROLOGUE

BOBBY

I ain’t gonna lie

Jiun

Especially with the wind blasting in through the driver’s side ,his short brown hair flip and flop every which way Well, the bit of his hair that isn’t squished down by that dang hideous red-and-white ball cap he stubbornly refuses to retire, despite its threadbare state, weird stains, and a hole in its bill

But that’s the thing about Ji, he won’t ever let it go

He looks like he’s steering a grand chariot one-handed, the way he drives his prized red pickup It’s with authority and pride that he pilots his big metal steed I don’t think he’s let another set of feet inside this truck except iven this coughing, old piece of rumbly crap on his sixteenth birthday, they’ve been inseparable

It’s a love story, really A boy and his truck

“Think she wanted to suck me off?”

I screw up my forehead “The hell you talkin’ about, Jimmy?”

“You knoho That redhead at the store”

“Who?”

I’ duas, the girl at the front counter was a seventeen-or-eighteen-so-year-old avy red hair tossed up in a messy ponytail She had a spatter of freckles over her tiny nose and two sharp eyes And when I went in to grab me and Ji out the storefrontat Jimmy as he filled up his precious truck

And it wasn’t just any stare

Because when you look at Jiotta drink in every daray tank top, stretched over his slender pecs and dancing down his cliff-side abs You bite your finger as your arrested eyes drag down his long legs and those worn, dusty Wranglers painted down theuish as you watch the way his ass ht up to the pu His lean, sinewy for He’s as lithe as a panther, probably as dangerous as one too, and you haven’t even seen his face yet

It’s obvious the boy’s a dancer

He’s got ass for days and swagger that kills