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As we make our way to the dance floor, I push thoughts of Jolt, the MC, and my conflicted feelings aside.

Tonight, I'm just Aggie—college student, sorority sister, and queen of raising hell.

Let the night bring what it may.

CHAPTER SIX

Jolt

I'm leaning against the bar, nursing a whiskey and taking in the familiar chaos around me.

My eyes scan the room, taking in everything.

Shiver's by the pool table, his booming laughter carrying over the noise of clinking glasses and loud conversation.

Siren's perched on a barstool nearby, her lips quirked in that half-smile of hers as she watches the antics unfold.

I can't help but grin, feeling that familiar warmth in my chest.

This is home, as dysfunctional and chaotic as it might be.

These people are my family now, more than my blood relatives ever were.

My happiness is broken as Shiver saunters over, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

He's holding up his phone, and there's a glint in his eye that tells me I'm about to be on the receiving end of some prime Shiver bullshit.

"Yo, Jolt," he calls out, waving the phone in my face. "You wanna explain this?"

I squint at the screen, trying to make out the message through the haze of cigarette smoke and the slight blur of alcohol.

It takes me a second to realize what I'm looking at.

"What the fuck?" I mutter, reaching for my back pocket.

My stomach drops when I feel nothing but empty denim. "Son of a bitch."

Shiver's grin widens, if that's even possible. "Looks like someone's been naughty," he drawls, his Texas twang more pronounced than usual. "Care to share with the class?"

I snatch the phone from his hand, my eyes widening as I read the message.

It's from my number, all right, but I sure as hell didn't send it.

I read aloud. ‘‘Catch me if you can.”

Then, below it. “Come show me what that Harley can really do.”

Siren, who's drifted over to join the fun, lets out a snort of laughter. "Damn, Jolt. I didn't know you had it in you. That's some grade-A flirting right there."

I run a hand through my hair, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"Little bitch," I mutter, but there's no real heat behind it.

I can't help but be impressed by the audacity.

Shiver's practically cackling now, his muscular frame shaking with mirth. "Oh man, this is gold. Who's the lucky lady? Or should I say, who's the ballsy chick who managed to swipe your phone?"

I shake my head, a rueful grin tugging at my lips. "Three guesses, and the first two don't count."

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