I barely had my bottom to the seat before she roared out, her door open, my door open and everything.

He staggered back.

She raced to the tail of Tyra’s Mustang in front of us, her car door slamming with the movement of the vehicle.

Unfortunately, I had to reach out and grab mine.

I did, taking my life in my hands to slam it shut.

Then I buckled up.

Only then did I realize I was hyperventilating.

“That was rad,” she muttered.

She was crazy.

I looked at her to see she was grinning like the crazy I thought she was at the windshield.

“Keyed his truck, keyed his face. Abuser fuckwad, bested by a girl with curly hair. Totally… fucking… rad,” Tabby decreed.

Her words hit me.

They soaked in.

And I began grinning.

She was right.

It was.

It absolutely was.

Totally… fucking… rad.

* * *

Following Lanie, Tyra, and Elvira into a very posh establishment that I’d never been to, Elvira instantly bellied up to the bar, hand up, fingers snapping, and a bartender came right to her.

“Five cosmos, one bag of ice, immediately, but not in that order.”

“I’m driving, Elvira,” I told her and her head snapped around to face me.

“We’ll get you home.”

I took one look at her and shut up.

The bartender put a towel filled with ice on the bar.

“Hand,” Elvira ordered.

I got close and gave her my hand.

She grabbed it by the wrist, placed it on the bar and set the bag on it, holding it there.

That felt good.

“Now, girl, what the fuck?” she asked.

“Um…” I answered.

“What’d I say about backup?” she pushed.

“Well, uh… just to say, if you guys hadn’t showed, I’m pretty sure I would have gotten away with the keying.”

“Right, let’s talk about that,” she stated, then repeated, “What the fuck?”

“What the eff what?” I asked.

Her brows shot up. “Keying his car? What’s that gonna do?”

I straightened my shoulders and answered, “Make me feel better.”

“I hear you,” she replied instantly. “What I mean is, what’s it gonna do for your man?”

“Nothing,” I stated. “I wasn’t gonna tell him. My job with him is to be at his side and let him deal with it in his own time. What I did tonight was for me.”

“Totally rad,” I heard Tabby mutter.

Elvira stared at me.

“He has a nice truck,” I told Elvira. “His house is run down. His body is run down. He scowls at old ladies in the grocery store, so clearly he’s in a perpetually bad mood, not to mention he’s rude. But his truck is nice, newish, and clean. He likes it. Now it’s messed up. He’s messed up a lot of things far more important and got away with it. He should have something of his that’s messed up. Now he does.”

“Yeah, like his face,” Tyra mumbled.