I saw the car.
And was trained from infancy to take in the details as quickly and thoroughly as possible.
You never know what details might be importantmy Aunt Lo’s voice said in my head.
Black sedan.
Mismatched hubcaps.
Dark tint on the front windows. The kind that would get you a ticket in this area.
Because of that, my gaze flicked toward the plates, expecting to see them from out of town, but finding them completely missing instead.
Sure, a missing plate could also mean they were from out of state, since not all states required front license plates. But something had my spine tingling.
Missing plates.
Dark tint.
Squealing tires.
Everything in me screamed that it all added up to nothing good.
Then I watched in what felt like slow motion as the window rolled down.
As something shiny and metallic stuck out of the gap.
There was just a second for the panic to grip my system.
Then a giant body tackled me to the ground.
CHAPTER TWO
Perish
I’d heard it through the grapevine that Gracie had started up a side hustle planning parties.
After the dozens of ones she’d set up for everyone in the club, it seemed like a natural progression of things for her.
Somehow, though, I’d been shocked to catch sight of her when I pulled into the parking lot to meet up with Matteo Grassi about his weed issue.
I’d seen a flash of pretty blonde hair. And, well, thinking with my dick had decided to go ahead and look a little closer. Not knowing at the time who it was.
I climbed off my bike and made my way toward the open barn doors where the blonde was standing with her back to me.
She was wearing one of those romper things in a sunny yellow shade with little white flowers, and it had been doing wonders for her ass, all high and plump, and leaving her shapely legs on display, the calves looking even more defined thanks to the heels on her feet. The short-heeled kind with a round toe and a tiny little strap across the ankle. Feminine as fuck.
Mentally, I imagined how a flick of my wrists would have that romper on the ground, leaving her likely bare to me, save for apair of barely-there panties and those shoes, since there was no way the weird crisscross back of the outfit would let her wear a bra.
Figuring out a finicky lawn problemandfucking the blonde against the back of the barn? This day was shaping up to be a pretty good one.
But then she turned.
I saw her face.
Her fucking gorgeous face, mind you.
But also one belonging to someone who was, by every definition of the term,off-limits.
