Luke:
Rodriguez was already loading the cruiser like we were headed on some spring break joyride. The trunk slammed with a satisfying thunk, followed by the sound of a six-pack hitting the cooler and the faint clink of Advil bottles rattling against beef jerky.
“All right, partner,” he said, tossing me the keys like it was some game. “You drive first. That way I can nap and look pretty before the desert girls start climbing all over me.”
I caught the keys but didn’t smile.
Didn’t say a damn thing.
Because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Alex.
The outlaw queen with blood on her knuckles and sin on her lips.
The one who kissed me like she meant to start a war and pulled a blade just to hear my heart panic in my chest.
What the f**k was wrong with me?
“You pack your leather jack
