Chapter 6
“Get in,” Noah ordered from the driver’s seat of his red sports car parked under a broken streetlight.
I scanned the dark street I’d just run down, the wind shaking the trees along the sidewalk. No sign of Jen. I prayed she hadn’t heard me crawl out the bedroom window and followed me. I dove into Noah’s car, heaving for breath, and strapped myself in.
“You ready to do this?” he asked, his voice calm, his mouth curling into a smirk.
I nodded and turned his way. “God, you must really hate your dad! You don’t look nervous at all.” I was sweating like a beast.
He snorted a laugh. “My dad is a d**k on a good day, and he deserves so much worse than losing one car.”
His words surprised me, but like he said, everyone had shadows.
Good girl.
I shifted in my seat, staring out at th
