“Pick a car, Firecracker.” “What?” I giggled. “Pick a car.” “Why?” “Just pick one.” I scanned the parking lot. A shiny black sports car caught my eye in the back row, its clean paint catching the orange and blue glow from the bar’s sign. “That one.” He’d fucked me against that car. In the dark of night, where anyone who came out could stumble on us, I’d let Leo inside. After that, we’d piled into my car and I’d followed his directions to his house, where I’d spent the night in his bed before leaving early the next morning to pick up Olive from Emmett’s.
