Page 43 of Filthy Liar

“Of course I do,” he said slowly, seeming confused.

I glanced over at the others to find them deep in conversation with Jett and Maddox, finally nodding. “Okay. I’ll just let the guys know.”

Not wanting to leave him alone with Beckett for long, I quickly moved around the car and headed over to Reid, his arm instantly circling my waist.

“I wouldn’t leave them alone,” Reid joked, having no shame in dropping his hand to my ass and giving it a small squeeze. “Unless this is the booty call you wanted, then I’ll make the guys babysit like I promised.”

I grinned, shaking my head slightly. “No booty call, sorry. Ander knows the Magnolia Falls guys and asked me to head over with him. Just didn’t want to wander off without telling you.”

“He’s training you,” he teased, dropping a kiss on my lips and definitely making a few people glance in our direction. Publicly touching Reid felt strange, but I hoped the other girls around here got the memo.

Then again, I almost wished someone would push the boundaries so I could get in a fight. I missed that rush already.

“Fuck off, asshole,” I grumbled as I swatted him, startling when Ander honked the horn. “That man is insufferable.”

“You like that he pisses you off,” he said knowingly, turning me to face the Supra. “Go have fun.”

I saluted him and headed over to Ander’s passenger seat, ignoring the argument Beckett and him were having through the open window. She backed away and he flipped her off before revving the car and steering it through the crowd, making his way along the designated road to where Beckett had said the guys were.

There were a lot of people I recognized on this side, but a lot that I didn’t.

Ander revved as he slowed and parked next to a blue Nissan GT-R R34, music blaring from one of the cars close by as the group stood around talking.

“What kind of guys are they? Do I need to be on guard?” I asked dryly, earning a flat look in return.

“They’re cool. You should always be on guard though.”

He climbed out and I followed, my eyes moving between the cars and people to take it all in.

“Turbo! I heard you were around here somewhere,” one guy grinned as we approached, his eyes flicking to me.

“People still call you that stupid name?” I asked under my breath. The guy smirked as he heard me, but Ander ignored it and spoke to the guy instead.

“Vaughn. I heard you guys are embarrassing yourselves. Even I can admit Beckett’s a challenge that I don’t like to take on too often.”

“Who’s your friend?”

“Girlfriend,” he happily corrected, sliding an arm around my shoulders. “Raven, Vaughn.”

“Kai, Asher, Levi,” Vaughn replied, pointing to his buddies, who gave me a small wave in greeting. “You race, Raven?”

“Passenger princess,” Ander said before I could, and I elbowed him in the stomach with a scowl.

Vaughn grinned, running his eyes over me once more before replying. “You keep him in line, babe. The man needs it.”

“Eyes off,” Ander warned, lifting his chin at Asher. “Where’s Zeke?”

Asher rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning back on a red Mitsubishi Evo. “The Supra’s in the shop and his latestnot-girlfriendwhined about him being gone for too long, so he stayed behind. Fucker was meant to be my passenger princess for the weekend.”

I narrowed my eyes on him and he gave me a taunting look, but I didn’t pick a fight. These were Ander’s friends, and I really shouldn’t have given a fuck what they thought of me.

“It’s in the shop again?” Ander grunted, and Vaughn chuckled.

“Yeah. Blew the head gasket again.”

“Does he make a habit of that?” I asked slowly, and Ander grinned.

“Every car that man has owned, he’s blown it up. Great racer, but he overdoes the burnouts sometimes. Usually while trying to impress a girl.”

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