Dash’s POV
Riding back from the Protective Society headquarters with Harley was hands-down the best two hours of my life, and now that I’m back at the Academy and away from her, all I want is to go back to that car ride.
With Will and Payton claiming the sports car—assholes, I thought with playful animosity as I watched them sprint over to it—we claimed the next-best one—a giant, flashy Escalade that looked like it ought to be transporting movie or music stars.
She hesitated at the door, glancing behind her as if wondering whether anyone might be joining us. With Will and Payton gone, I knew that this was for my sake; the remainder of the people with us were more my friends than hers.
So I said with a small grin, “Let ’em find their own way home.”
And she returned my grin with one of
