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sweetly, leaning close to him. “And when I kick
you in the balls later, that’ll be an accident too. Back. The Fuck . Off
my tits.”
    His eyes went wide and he jerked back. Mia would have
laughed if she wasn’t already wondering how much it would cost to get a cab
back to the hotel. And since she was limited to the cash in her pocket, it was
kind of a moot point anyway.
    They’d been riding for over forty-five minutes now, leaving
the city and winding their way down rural back roads, dipping and rising over
low hills that seemed to be getting higher. So much for not too far .
    Petra was in the front seat, passing a bagged bottle back
and forth. Mia refused it for the sixth time.
    “I thought you were more fun than this,” Petra pouted as
they pulled off the road and onto a dirt path. “She’s not normally such a
prude,” she told the driver in a conversational tone.
    Mia bit her tongue so hard she was afraid it would bleed. As
irritated as she was, she also knew that she had to depend on these people to
get her back to the hotel. God, if her abuela was alive, she’d never be
able to tell her this story. The old woman would have had a heart attack, and
then screamed at Mia until she couldn’t breathe.
    And she’d be right. This wasn’t the smartest decision she’d
ever made.
    The SUV rumbled down the path into a clearing clogged by a
bunch of cars. As the engine cut, Mia was already out the door, glad to finally
have her body to herself again. She would refuse to be wedged up against Handy
Chris on the way home. No matter how cute he was, he didn’t understand the word
“no”. But if he kept it up, she’d explain, and he wouldn’t like her definition.
    “Hey, Mia, wait up,” Chris called from behind her, and Mia’s
fists tightened as she kept walking.
    “Oh, let her go. She’s not any fun today.” Petra’s voice
floated to her. “Come on, I’ll keep you company.”
    Mia shook her head as she stalked toward the road, following
the crowd of people. This was stupid. She shouldn’t have come here. She
should’ve stayed in the bar and tried her luck with the bartender. At least
then she’d be ignored and alone in a bar instead of out in the middle of Freddy
Krueger’s backyard.
    Loud cheers came from the crowd as a flashy red Corvette
rumbled down the country road, stopping just at the edge of the grove of trees.
Off in the distance, Mia could make out a car parked sideways at the end of the
road. A blue Bugatti stopped beside it, the driver hanging one elbow out the
window as he waved to the crowd.
    A familiar voice laughed behind her, and Mia glanced back.
She resumed walking in the opposite direction, wanting to put distance between
herself and Chris’ gang of friends. She might have to ride back with them, but
she didn’t have to stand with them and listen to Petra complain about how
prudish she was. She wasn’t a prude, but damn it, she didn’t want to be pawed.
    She’d only been walking for a few minutes when a hush fell
over the crowd. She cast a glance back over her shoulder, relieved when she
couldn’t see Chris or Petra anymore. The only vehicle nearby was a motorcycle,
and the guy who stood beside it wasn’t even looking her way. Good. She’d kind
of struck out on making new friends today.
    She looked down the road at the starting line. A guy stood
in front of both cars, less than a hundred yards away. He was dressed in baggy
jeans, a nice button-down and a huge silver chain. Obviously the master of
ceremonies. He flashed a big grin.
    “Hey everybody, are you ready?” he shouted.
    A giant cheer followed his words. Mia crossed her arms and
leaned back against a tree. A few rich boys and their toys, revving engines to
see whose dick was bigger? Not really her scene.
    “This race is one lap. Down Farriss Road, right onto
Packhouse, right onto Graceland, which loops onto Farriss again. Total distance
is two miles. First one back to start is the winner.”
    The MC paced in front of