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making my skin pucker, and on instinct I slap his cheek and finish buckling him in. “You will not touch me, do I make myself clear?”
    A lazy smirk works its way onto Jordan’s handsome, albeit sloshed, face as he nods and passes out.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
    I’m an idiot, and someone should just engrave it on my headstone when I die. My car reeks of alcohol, Jordan’s passed out next to me, and he smells like smoke and smut. My heart is beating faster than my car is going, which is saying something. I’ve just kidnapped a famous rock star—sort of—and more than likely will be arrested tomorrow when he sobers up. As we pull into town, Jordan stirs, making me jump in my seat and swerve slightly to the left. His head bobs to the side as he groans something incomprehensible and then belches, making me gag. I really could punch him right about now, but that might cause him to emit more noxious gasses. Instead I roll my window down, turn up the radio, and drive through town as fast as legally possible.
    The front porch light at Gran’s welcomes me home, making me wonder if I should leave Jordan in my car overnight, but then I think better of it when I glimpse the green hue his face is reflecting. I would never forgive myself if he vomited in my car, knowing the smell would never come out.
    “Wake up,” I say, and softly pat his shoulder. He doesn’t budge, except for the small movement coming from his toxic mouth while he breathes. “Jordan!” I say louder this time as I gently pat his cheeks, noting the way his scruff scratches at my fingers.
    His arms push me away and his eyes open, though they look so bloodshot I don’t know how he can even see out of them.
    “Who the hell are you?” His breath burns like fire in my face, making me turn and cough.
    “Just get out of my car, please.”
    His hand fumbles on the handle and when the door opens he spills out onto the driveway.
    “Perfect,” I mumble, and then jump out to help him. He leans his body into my shoulder, causing my balance to waver, and we both topple back to the pavement, Jordan landing on top of me. Our foreheads knock together, sending a dizzying array of stars dancing in front of my eyes.
    With a grunt, I push his alcohol-logged body off me, waking him enough so he stands on his own. He breathes so heavily into my face I have to close my eyes against the foul odor coming from his mouth.
    “Hey, girl,” he says with a heavy breath, making my eyes water. “My head feels like someone hit it with a hammer. Got any blow?”
    “Excuse me?”
    Jordan’s arm snakes around my shoulders as he pulls me closer to his poisonous breath. “Anything to chase the dragon? You know, ride the wave?”
    I shove his arm off my shoulder and it lands against his thigh with a thud. “I don’t do drugs.” I turn away from him and head toward the wide front porch with Jordan trailing closely behind.
    “Man, girl, m-mm-mmm. That ass is on fire!”
    My cheeks flame momentarily—Jordan Capshaw thinks I have a nice butt! And then I remember how irritated I am with his current state.
    “Gran and I have an extra room upstairs,” I whisper quietly as I open the squeaky door. “You can sleep off whatever you’re on, but tomorrow you need to clear out of here. And I don’t want you talking to my Gran, and for that matter, I really don’t want her to know you’re here. She can’t stand the idea of you, let alone what you’ve gone and done to yourself.” Way to be firm, Jemma.
    He clicks his tongue at my tone and then whistles out a soft catcall. “Seriously, girl, where have you been hiding my whole life? Your ass is out of this world.”
    “My ass,” I say as I pull his scruffy chin to face me, “is none of your business. Let’s go.” I drop his chin and immediately feel guilty, or maybe ashamed, that I’ve just spoken to Jordan Capshaw so gruffly. Shaking it off, I guide Jordan into Gran’s house, something I never would