Chapter 9
Sloane
I can’t shake off the bubble of warmth Bo left me with. I’m trawling the Scottsdale streets on my bike, looking for a luxury car to steal, but my mind is still back in my bedroom.
Still back at the dance, seeing Bo grinning through b****y teeth, like he loved getting his a*s kicked.
Crazy heroic baller.
God, I’m falling for him hard.
But the falling stops now. Today. Because I’m not seeing him again, and it’s over.
And I need to bring laser focus to this operation, or I will be in deep s**t. Deeper s**t than I already am.
It takes me several hours of riding my bike around, but eventually I stumble on the perfect car.
Well, the perfect, most horrible car.
It’s an orange corvette. Racing style. I’m pretty sure some d**g dealer in Mexico will freaking love it.
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