Page 39 of Two Chances With You

“So answer me this. If your friends are soepic, why did you pretend not to see them when we drove past them at the meeting place?”

Fuck. Nothing escapes her eye.

Gin gets back in her car, starts the engine, and takes off at top speed, tires screeching and fishtailing.

I run for my motorcycle. Another yard and I’m on it.

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Would you just take a look at this asshole? He’s so full of himself. Who the hell does he think he is?

“So, at least a little, you like him,” I say, answering my own question.

“But if you like all these things about him, then tell me. Why did you steal the keys to his motorcycle?”

“Because no one can touch me without my authorization. Is that clear? And Step lacked authorization. And I’m just going to keep these nice keys as a reminder of the fact.”

Oh, Christ, it’s Step. He’s on his motorcycle. How did he get it to start?

“I’m sure you were thinking about me. Pull over.”

He must have hot-wired it.I slow down and finally stop.

“Well? Nicejob, very amusing,” Step says.

“What’s amusing?”

“Ah, so you’re even going to pretend you’re clever? The keys.”

“Oh, right, sorry. I just realized I had them. Maybe you got the wrong jacket and put them in my pocket. Or maybe I took them by mistake.”

“Ah, if you’re talking about mistakes, you definitely made a mistake. You took my house keys.”

“No, seriously?”

“Oh, yes, I’m willing to swear to it,” he says.

“I can’t believe it.”

“Well, believe it. Come on, get in the car, and I’ll follow you home.”

“No, don’t bother.”

“Iwillbother, thank you very much. You’re one of those dangerous girls.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You have another flat tire, someone helps you to change it, and then you decide to trust them, you die a horrible death, and the last person you were seen with alive was me.”

“Oh, is that the only reason?” I ask.

“People say that I like a quiet life, when I can get it. Oh, come on, just get in the car and stop causing trouble.”

Gin heaves a sigh of exasperation and gets in the car. She starts the engine, but before taking off, she rolls down her window. “I know why you’re doing it.”

I pull up next to her on my motorcycle. “Oh, really, why is that?”

“That way you’ll find out where I live.”

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