As I stared out the window at my car parked at the curb, I watched the reflection behind me in the glass and waited to see Rist motion me over. I wouldn’t be able to hear him over the music blaring through the speakers—he hadn’t bothered to turn it down, and every so often I’d swear it cranked up another notch, if that was possible. Why it needed to be so damn loud, I didn’t know. I felt like I was in one of those clubs down on the Slip…all I needed was a drink in my hand, a few hard bodies grinding against mine, and I’d be good to go.
A hand fell to my shoulder and startled me. “You ready?”
I jumped to find Rist beside me. “Jesus,” I swore, my heart stuttering in my chest. His sudden nearness did little to alleviate the throbbing in my d**k. “I didn’t see you come up, man.” So much for
