Cassie sat up so fast her head grazed the edge of the Sentra. Rubbing the bruised spot, she tore off her headlamp and stared up at the two men. If you had to guess which one had inspired an epic crush, it would not be the one leering at her as if she were a Christmas present in coveralls.
Travis Drake had grown up…shifty. Or maybe sleazy would be a better word. He looked like the kind of guy who would try to sell you a bad used car and then hit on you.
And this was the man she’d pined over?
“Hiya Travis. How’ve you been?”
Kevin looked between them, scratching his head. She had the craziest urge to explain to him that he used to be so cute in high school.
“Good, babe. Good. I heard you were back. Thought I’d stop by and talk about old times. You’re looking good. Real good.”
Oh geez. T
