Page 42 of Filthy Liar

“Why wouldn’t I?”

I shrugged, not really knowing what else to say. I was used to hanging around the guys, but being their girlfriend was a whole different thing.

I knew they were hot, they always had girls hanging off them, so I wasn’t sure how to handle what was coming. Girls would make their way over when we arrived, and I didn’t want to look like the crazy girlfriend for shooing them away, but I was panicking a little that the guys wouldn’t shoo them away either.

I didn’t think they’d sleep with them, but they’d always revelled in the attention.

“Get out of your head,” Ander murmured. “There’s no girl that could get between you and us. Promise.”

“I’m not worried.”

“Good. When we get home we’ll make sure to prove it,” he grinned, turning his attention to his phone.

He was right, I had to stop it.

We drove through the entrance to the track and made our way to the other side where we usually parked, and I somehow managed to reverse into an empty spot on the grass beside Jett’s steel-gray Camaro without stalling. Logan and Reid parked on our other side, and I climbed out and came face to face with Beckett.

She visibly relaxed at seeing it was me, her eyebrow raising. “He’s really trying to manipulate you if he’s letting you drive his baby.”

“Eat shit,” Ander said from the other side of the car, giving me a wink. “Raven knows she’s my baby.”

“Ugh, you’re falling for that bullshit?” Beckett scowled at me, and I fought to keep the embarrassment off my face.

“Yeah, I know. I turned into one of those girls.”

Jett appeared, draping an arm around Beckett’s shoulders to tug her back a step. “Don’t let Beck get to you. She’s one of those girls too when me or Maddox say sweet shit to her.”

She elbowed him, and he laughed, walking off to bump knuckles with Logan.

“I heard Lopez got attacked today,” Beckett said bluntly, her eyes pinned on Ander. “Good thing you showed up, right?”

Ander rolled his eyes, resting his arms on top of his car to face us. “It wasn’t a coincidence. I was called. Stop reaching, Donovan. I’m not the enemy.”

“You are in my book,” she muttered.

“So, the car club guys still around?” I asked, changing the subject and making her face turn from irritation to amused.

“Oh yeah, they keep hurting their egos by challenging me. It’s been real fun. Riley’s been kicking their asses for the past hour.”

“And loving it too, I bet,” Ander chuckled, scanning the area around us. It was almost dark, but the track was lit up with insane lights.

“Looking for someone?” Beckett hummed, and Ander didn’t even glance at her.

“Yeah. The Magnolia Falls guys.”

“You want to challenge them or something?”

“I wouldn’t mind racing Vaughn. He keeps me on my toes.”

“You know them?” I asked, and I shouldn’t have been surprised. Ander seemed to fucking know everyone.

He nodded, looking over at me. “Vaughn runs the club. Him and his boys have done car meets that I’ve attended before, and they came to my races a few times back at the beginning.”

“Cool story,” Beckett sighed, not at all interested. “They’re parked down on the west end near the food stands.”

He walked around to us and I handed him his keys. I stepped out of his way so he could open the door, and he frowned at me. “Aren’t you coming?”

“You want me to?”

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