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Back Losers: Part I Save as PDF
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  1. Table of Contents
  2. Content Note
  3. A Note From The Author
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  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

“I don’t even know how I flustered him!” I said, but then it was too late to discuss any further, as Lucas wrenched open his door and got into the driver’s seat.

He cranked the engine to life, shaking his head as I kept staring at him. “It’s a hot day out, fucktoy, so you can stop gaping at my face being a little red. Here.” He handed me the auxiliary cord connected to his radio. “You pick the music.”

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Lucas

Wretched biological mechanisms giving me away. I would have rather bled out than have my face go red, but there I was, hot and bothered, as Jess’s clever little brain tried to work out what she’d done to cause it.

I’d be damned if she figured this one out. Manson would be too, because it was all his fault.

We had about an hour of driving ahead of us, and since we were towing the Z, we couldn’t simply haul ass to get there. Still, I couldn’t resist pushing the El Camino a bit. I raced ahead of the Bronco, swerving around the slower cars in my path. Every time I picked up speed, Jess’s smile widened. I had a radar detector on the dash so I wasn’t worried about cops, and pushed my speed even more to see what she would do.

The sudden acceleration caught her by surprise, and her hand darted out to clench around my thigh. She had a new color on those pointy claws of hers, the same deep purple as Manson’s Mustang. I had to wonder if she’d done it on purpose.

I slowed down, and Jess sighed softly as she settled back into her seat, staring out the window at the open fields. She moved her hand away from me, but I reached over and brought it back, leaving my hand on top of hers as it rested on my leg.

“You haven’t run away from us yet,” I said, glancing at her to try to gauge the reaction on her face. “Enjoying yourself a little too much?”

“Of course I haven’t run away. I still need my ride back,” she said, as if that was the only reason in the world. “Maybe I should have you guys give me a little speed boost too.”

“That sounds like trouble,” Manson said. “We need to work on getting you to change your oil on time before we move on to giving you any extra acceleration.”

“Ugh, boring,” she groaned. “I want a fast car too.”

I barked out a harsh laugh. “Already trying to add on more to your debt? That would definitely cost more than you can afford.”

Her fingers squeezed slightly around my thigh. “Are you sure about that?”