All it does is remind me that he only went gay for the night to tick off some stupid, imaginary list. “Right.” I can’t keep the edge out of my voice. “Guess I need to make a move on finding a woman to hook up with, then. You know. In case I die.”

There’s nothing in the world that could make me do that, considering my complete lack of attraction, but saying he kissed me because he thought he’d die is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. If that’s how he wants to play off his attraction to me, then fine, but I’m not going to play along.

Hopefully.

My gaze drops to his thick thighs, and a memory of sitting on them fills me, and fuck. Right. I’m going to try not to play along, even though I know that if he ever wanted to do it again, I’m not strong enough to say no.

Perry is way too fucking hot to ignore.

But I’m a big boy, I have no issues picking up, and there’s no way I’m going to turn into a pathetic little yes man just because my body is tortuously in tune with him. I hope.

I have no idea how long we drive for, but I can’t shake the unsettled energy coursing through me as the residential streets disappear and I watch vacant lots go by.

Perry’s little finger nudges mine, and I hate how cute I find that.

“Yeah?” I ask, not looking at him.

“You mad?”

“Nope.”

His voice is laced with amusement. “You sound mad.”

I finally look up, and I hate how easily his eyes make me soften to him, so I quickly distract to stop him from guessing why I actually am kinda mad at him. “I’m annoyed no one has answered any of my questions.”

“I told you what happened.”

I nod up front. “Still don’t know who he is.”

“He is Tommy. He’s a friend from Lethal Poison.”

“What?” Lars turns completely in his seat, and his gun meets the side of Tommy’s head before I even see him pull it out. “Where are you taking us?”

“Relax …” Tommy blows a bubble of bright pink chewing gum before he lets it pop and pulls it back into his mouth. “I know a place.”

“Is Luther at this place?”

Tommy sneers. “You really think I want Luther to know that I’m helping you guys? I don’t have a death wish.”

“Why are you helping, then?” I ask.

Lars slowly lowers the gun, but his attention doesn’t leave Tommy.

“Perry’s my friend.”

“Aww …” Perry lays a blood-smeared hand over his chest. “I knew I liked you.”

“Arlie’s waiting for us.”

That’s a name I’ve heard before.

Perry perks up. “She is?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?”