Chapter 4 - Gage
They left the party together and Gage unlocked the silver 1978 Corvette he kept in perfect condition. She slipped into the passenger's seat and immediately took off her high heels, putting her bare feet up on the dashboard and wiggling her toes.
“Take your f*****g feet off the dash,” Gage snapped. “It's a Corvette, not an ottoman.”
“Sorry,” Katie said, rolling her eyes and putting her feet back on the floor.
As Gage pulled away from the house and got on the road, Katie reached into her purse and withdrew a joint. She put it between her lips, lighting it and inhaling deeply.
“No smoking in the car,” Gage said.
Katie giggled, rolling the window down. “It's cool,” she insisted. “I can blow it out the window, see?”
Gage reached over and grabbed the back of Katie's hair,
