Dorran walks over to me, then runs his long, calloused fingers over the front of my Cadillac. “To think, it all started because of this car,” he tells me. I blink at him. “Huh?” He looks at me, then chuckles when he sees my confusion. “We met because you brought your Cadillac to Finesse over a year ago,” he says, and shifts closer to me. “I knew I was done for the moment I saw you, and I was so pissed you were with Gavin, of all people.” I laugh a little, and he does the same. “I’m glad he suggested we go to your garage, though. That’s the one good thing he did, if nothing else.” He seems
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