Avery POV
"Please tell me you have a spare tire... pretty please," I said, dragging out my words as I clasped my hands together in mock pleading. "I only threw the needle earlier just to get back at you and I would have followed Detective Martin just fine if you hadn't stepped in."
Aidan's gaze met mine, and for a second, he just stared, his lashes flickering slightly as if processing my words. My heart picked up speed with curiosity, half expecting him to say yes.
But then….
"No, Avery," he said flatly. "I don’t have a spare tire in my car."
My mouth opened, then closed.
Aidan leaned back, crossing his arms with an annoying smirk on his face. "Now look at you. You just shot yourself right back in the leg." His tone was dripping with amusement as he ruffled his already messy hair.
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