“Do you really think it’s funny or are you laughing out of defense?” Imogen asked him, giving him a concerned look, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“I really think it’s funny,” he assured her. “I think I’m staring at a little life lesson—two people shouldn’t be together just for convenience’s sake. It only ends in sex on the hood of the car. And not with each other.”

“True.” Imogen made a sound of distress. “Oh, my God. He’s actually undoing his pants.”

Before Ty could react, Imogen laid on the car horn. They heard Nikki shriek and catapult forward into Jonas’s arms, who stumbled backward, unzipped. It was raining too hard to see their expressions, which was a little disappointing. Ty thought it might be amusing to see guilty blushes.

Instead, Nikki stomped over and knocked on the driver’s side window. “Who is in there?” she screamed.

“You don’t have to answer that,” Ty told Imogen, annoyed that Nikki hadn’t just slunk off the way most people would.

Jonas was hovering awkwardly behind her, like he didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

Imogen glanced over at Ty. “Do you want me to get rid of her or do you want to talk to her?”

“Oh, we can talk to her.” Why prolong the stupidity?

Imogen cracked her window slightly. “It’s Imogen. And Ty.”

There was a pause, then Nikki shrieked, “Ty? That bastard is in there?”

Excuse me? What the hell had he done to deserve that title? Ty leaned across Imogen to try to see Nikki. “Since I’m a bastard and you’re swapping spit with Strickland, I think we can call our relationship over.”

“Unlock this car,” Nikki demanded.

“Why?” Imogen asked even as she did it.

Nikki opened the back door and climbed in. “Because it’s raining cats and dogs out there and I don’t want to have this conversation standing in that mess.”

“It didn’t seem to bother you a minute ago,” Ty remarked, watching Nikki slide across the backseat until she was directly behind him.

She made a tsk sound, then yelled, “Jonas! Get in the car.”

The idiot did, which made Ty grin. “Nikki, I don’t really think we have anything further to talk about.”

“I suppose you’re mad at me,” Nikki said, frowning at him.

“No, not really. A little surprised maybe, but you’re entitled to screw whoever you want. It just might have been nice if you’d let me know we were breaking up first. You know, just maybe.”

“I wouldn’t have had to if you had been reasonable.”

“What exactly was I unreasonable about?” And how soon could he get her out of the car? He was getting a crick in his neck from looking into the backseat, and he was feeling bad for poor Imogen stuck watching the Nikki train wreck roll. He had to admit he was feeling the sting of embarrassment that Imogen was seeing what was clearly his poor judgment in living form.