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    I place my hand on the window seal of the car, not bothering to acknowledge him. Leaning forward, I try to sound seductive. “Hey Tank, I’m yours tonight, right?” I flutter my heavy lashes in his direction. I can feel Ryle’s breath blowing against my cheek as he exhales. It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t attracted to him, but truthfully, it’s a little early in this new endeavor to put up with his shit.
    “You’re calling me Tank now huh? I like it! Get in little kitten.”
    “Kitten?” I question.
    “Your shirt. The cheetah print. I likey.”
    I giggle. “You likey everything.”
    “Everything about you.” Tank says, causing a second riot of butterflies to swarm in my gut. Swoon. He’s so sweet, and he isn’t bad on the eyes either. That is, if you can look past the ginger of his hair. I’m tempted to ask him if the drapes match downstairs, but I refrain, knowing that no one thought I’d been very humorous today.
    “Ryle, get the hell out so we can get in!” I hear Zoe growl from behind me. He doesn’t budge.
    “Quit being a tool, and let us in.” I whisper, before my mouth curves into a devious smile. He makes a dismissing gesture with his hand and then grabs the handle. I step back and allow him to open it.
    “Finally. Damn, I was beginning to wonder who lit the fuse on your tampon.” Zoe’s comment makes me cackle out loud. At least one of us has good jokes.
    The sound catches Ryle’s attention, and I don’t even care that he knows I’m laughing in his face. Serves him right for starting the night off with his unnecessary semantics.
    Zoe and I climb into the backseat. It’s tight. Literally, I can’t even wiggle my feet. The room is sparse, but the car is nice as hell. I know it’s a sports car, I just don’t know what kind. “What do your parents do Zoe?” My nosiness gets the best of me, and I have to know how Tank can afford a car like this.
    “Our dad’s a dentist. He owns his own practice, and he likes fast cars.”
    Dying.
    I knew it. Tank’s teeth are gorgeous. I tilt my head and look at Zoe. Hers are equally dashing.
    “Quit checking me out, Adaley. I know I look good tonight.” She winks playfully while bouncing her shoulders up and down like she’s all that and a bag of chips.
    The engine roars to life as we speed off squealing tires. The motion forces me back into the leather seat. I let out a breath.
    Ryle’s low, gravelly voice fills the air around us. “What’s tonight’s theme?”
    “Flashlight party. I have some glow-in-the-dark paint, too. I figured the ladies wouldn’t want to walk around with flashlights all night,” Tank answers, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.
    I lean across the seat and whisper, “Zoe?” Her eyes find mine. “What’s a flashlight party?”
    Amusement crosses her face. “You really were sheltered.”
    I shoot her an evil glare.
    “Don’t get your panties in a wad. It’s a party where the only lights permitted are flashlights. We can get by with the glow-in-the-dark paint because we’re cute. But the guys normally don’t wear any.”
    “So we’re going to paint ourselves?” I hope my expression doesn’t look as confused as I feel.
    “Not entirely. When we get there, we’ll rub some up and down our arms. My dress is too long, but you can put some on your thighs if you want.” Her smile turns into a laugh and then she leans closer to me and speaks in a hushed tone, “I got you, and trust me—Tank won’t let anything happen tonight that you don’t want to happen.”
    Zoe’s reassurance calms me. As experienced as I want everyone to think I am, it’s nice that someone knows the truth about my past, even if it’s only a little snippet. At least I can count on her and Tank to make sure I don’t get drugged tonight.
    Drunk, yes. Drugged…ugh—hopefully not in my lifetime.
    I glance out the window and try to get a lay of the land, but I can’t see anything. Nothing but greenery drenched in shadow