CALDER WAS AN HOUR LATE. He showed up with a couple hickeys on his neck and appeared hung over.
“You’re late,” I grumped as I got into the car.
He squinted over his sunglasses at me. “Can you drive?”
“What! Why?”
“I think I’m still drunk.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
We switched seats, and I ground through his gears a few times before I got the hang of his touchy clutch.
“Did you get out, Roar?”
I ignored him. “You going to put on a turtleneck to cover up Katrina’s bite marks?”
He flipped his visor down. “Damn, my lady has a set of teeth.”
I shook my head. “Please don’t gross me out.”
He laughed and leaned his head back, with his eyes shut. “I found out some juicy gossip about you.”
“Have you ever watched Gossip Girls?”
“Why?”
“You remind me of Chuck Bass.”
“Please, I’m way be
