Sloane
SloaneI 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 bloody teeth, like he loved getting his ass 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 drug dealer in Mexico will freaking love it.
The hard
