1980: You Shook Me All Night Long (Love in the 80s #1)

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I threw him a wave, wiggling my fingers.
    He ranted and raved, banging his head against the glass. Man, I felt his pain. Being in the back of one of those things sucked, especially when he deserved it. He was going up the creek for a long time.
    I cranked down the window to the bird. “Where’s Joey?” Tina asked from outside the car window.
    “Home. I grounded him.”
    She scrunched her nose. “Can you do that? You’re his brother.”
    “I absolutely can and I did.” Easing the stolen car the hell out of my garage was the second best thing that had happened in this crazy weekend. Tina was the first.
    With the engine purring, I slid out from behind the wheel. “She’s all yours, Walker.” Officer Walker took my place, revving her engine with a smile. I bent over, forearms resting on the window edge. “How’d you know Hammond was involved?”
    “He called you.”
    I ticked my head back. “All of the other kids we brought in were released. They were college kids, good kids in the wrong place at the wrong time. We just let them go. They’re adults. We didn’t need to call mommy and daddy to come and get them. It was just a simple misunderstanding. But he called you. He wanted you to come down to the station. He’d been watching you, knew you had the Firebird. We’ve known for a long time that we had a mole. Someone was feeding Crane information about our investigation on him. Both of them got careless.”
    “But if Hammond was working for Crane, why’d he want me to bring the car into the station? Why wouldn’t he just let Crane pick the car up on Monday?”
    “Hammond was trying to extort more money out of Crane. He was trying to show Crane that he had power to disrupt his business if he didn’t pay him more money to cover up his dirty work. It was all about money and who held the cards, kid.”
    “You mean cars.”
    He laughed. “Something like that.”
    “You pay close attention to people.”
    “It’s part of the job,” he said with a shrug, putting his aviators on. “Want to know something else I see?”
    “What’s that?”
    “Her.” He looked in the side mirror back to Tina, who was waiting in the garage for me. “You like her.”
    “It’s crazy, man. I don’t think she likes me right now. I said some things I should have in there.”
    He laughed. “We’ve all been there. You know what they say?”
    “What?”
    “Anything worth having is worth fighting for.” He smirked, threw the car in gear and eased her onto the road. Two honks later and my bargain was fulfilled.
    I turned to face Tina. She was worth fighting for. By the look she was giving me, I was in for a helluva fight.

I t felt wrong to just walk away after everything settled down, so I waited in the garage while Luke and Officer Walker chatted. Walker settled himself in the Pontiac and Luke leaned in to talk to him. Despite having a decent night’s sleep, I was tired. It was a mental exhaustion.
    I had a one o’clock lab today and needed to get back and get a shower. My own clothes would feel like heaven and I was totally going to burn these shorty shorts in effigy. So long to booty-showing scraps, fake friends, getting arrested and earthquakes.
    Luke stood up and threw a hand in the air in a man-wave as Walker pulled away. It was just me and Luke. Luke and me. And awkward. Add her to the mix and we had a really fun party going on in his garage.
    “Look,” I said at the same time, he said, “Tina.”
    “You go first,” I told him, shoving my palms in my back pockets. That drew his attention to my boobs. Not good. Focus, man. I crossed my arms in front of my chest. It didn’t help. Man pig.
    “You were saying to my face ?” I prompted.
    “Yeah. Hey, so this weekend was crazy and I’m glad in the end it all worked out.”
    “Me too. You have no idea.”
    “But the bright spot was you. So, I was hoping you’d go out with me sometime.”
    My brows touched my bangs. “Excuse me?”
    “On a date? Wanna go out

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