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valley between her breasts. I can’t decide whether I liked her hair better how it was before, or like this, where I can wrap the whole length of it around my hand to tug her head back.
    “You didn’t have to do that,” she says.
    “And be labeled a stereotypical, uncaring youth again? No thanks.”
    She scrunches up her nose and her lips twist to the side. “God, I was kind of a jerk tonight. I’m sorry.”
    I run a hand over the tender place on my jaw where Levi got me and shrug. “It happens. To some of us more often than others. I’ve got a friend on his way to pick me up. You two need a ride?”
    The guy answers, “That would be great, thanks. I’m Matt, by the way. I didn’t catch your name.”
    He reaches out his hand, and I shake it. When I go to reply, Dylan beats me to it. “His name is Silas.”
    Her friend gives her a look, and she swallows and casts her eyes at the floor.
    “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Silas. We’ll pay you back the cash for the citations.”
    I shrug. I should probably be all polite and shit and tell them not to worry about it, but I don’t exactly have money to throw around. I nod toward the door and say, “Let’s go wait for my friend outside.”
    Matt goes first, and I hold the door open for Dylan. I catch the scent of her hair as she moves past me, and it smells so damn sweet that I want to bury my face in it, to breathe her in. I wonder where else she smells that sweet.
    Matt offers to call their friend Javier to fill him in, and he tells Dylan to call her father. But when Matt walks a few paces away to talk, she doesn’t reach for her own phone. Instead she looks up at me.
    “Thank you. I don’t really know what to say.”
    I shrug. It’s not in me to play the chivalrous good guy, even to pretend. Instead, I tip my chin toward where her red-haired friend paces as he talks on the phone, and I get right to the point. “You two together?”
    She’d mentioned an ex in the holding cell, and it sounded recent, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t already hopped to the next guy.
    She laughs. “Me and Matt? Seriously?”
    From a few yards away, Matt covers the mouthpiece on his phone and shouts, “Hey, I heard that! Could you at least try to sound a little less incredulous?”
    The two share a strange smile, and then Dylan looks up at me.
    “No. Matt and I are not together.”
    Well, that certainly makes things easier.
    “Good,” I say.
    She lifts her eyebrows in question. When I only smile, she dips her head, and her long hair falls across her face.
    “What are you doing for the rest of the night?” I ask. A quick glance at my phone reveals we’re just coming up on midnight.
    She tilts her head to the side, and looks up at me from behind the veil of her hair. She shoots me a sly smile that I can picture her giving me in a number of other . . . dirtier scenarios.
    “I’m not really interested in witnessing a bar fight,” she says. “If that’s how you spend your evenings. Not really my scene.”
    “No bars,” I promise. “There’s actually a party going on at my place. You and Matt are welcome to come.”
    Her head tilts even farther, and she’s confused rather than coy now.
    “Why were you at a bar if there’s a party going on at your house?”
    I shrug. “Was having kind of a shitty night and needed to get away.”
    “Doesn’t sound like getting away helped on that front.”
    I look into her eyes and say, “Things didn’t turn out so bad.”
    She laughs and smiles down at the ground again, and I’m feeling good about my chances.
    “You’re really hitting on me? After we just met in jail?”
    “Is it working?”
    She tries to look stern, but I can see the smile curling at the corners of her lips. I’m about to move in for the kill when Carson and Dallas pull up in Dallas’s tiny little car. She’s driving, and he leans over to kiss her quickly on the mouth before he opens the passenger door and jumps out to greet me.
    “You okay?” he