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Scratch and I started playing at the same time. We’re kind of rivals, I guess, or at least she sees it that way.”
    â€œHere’s your order.” Cat Scratch leaned in the window, batting her eyelashes at Aiden. “Need anything else?”
    A skate in your face.
    Madison took the bag Aiden handed across to her.
    â€œNope. We’re good here,” he replied without even glancing at her.
    â€œWell, if you need anything, just whistle. You know how to whistle, right?”
    Aiden stopped shuffling the drinks around and slowly turned his head toward her. “Yeah. We’re good.”
    â€œOkay, then. Later.” Cat Scratch pivoted and skated away.
    â€œIf you need anything, whistle?” Aiden snorted. “Seriously?”
    â€œYes, yes she did.” Why was she this jealous over a man she had no right to and no rational desire to see more of? She was well aware of her irrational lust for him, which was stupid and crazy. It would be better to toss him over the boundary line to Cat Scratch, and yet the idea made Madison want to claw the other woman to pieces.
    â€œDoes shit like that actually work?” He turned to face her, his expression baffled.
    â€œFor some people.” She shrugged. “Oh please, like you don’t have a couple lines you use on women.” Hello, bitterness. Madison needed to get away from him so she could screw her head back on straight. Jealousy, lust, bitterness, what was next?
    Aiden tipped his head to the side while he chewed. He seemed to consider it for a moment, then leaned an arm on the center console and cleared his throat.
    â€œHey, baby, want to straddle my NOS tank?”
    She stared at him a moment before bursting out laughing. “What the hell is NOS?”
    â€œThat and this.” He pointed to the tank in the floorboard by her feet, and the one in the console.
    â€œWhat do they do?”
    â€œDo you want the technical answer or the simple one?”
    â€œSimple.”
    â€œThey make the car go really, really fast.”
    â€œOkay, I get it. And no, thanks.” A tank wasn’t what she wanted to straddle, unless he was packing something in those jeans of his she’d never seen before.
    An engine whined in the distance, growing louder. Aiden’s smile faltered and he glanced over his shoulder at the street. Headlights turned into the carhop, one after another after another.
    â€œFuck.” Aiden reached under the seat.
    The cars pulled up on either side, in front and behind them in a cluster of flashy paint and bright lights. Music thumped and blared from at least five different sound systems, drowning out the Stoke’s speakers.
    â€œWhy do you have a gun?” She could feel her throat constricting as the sight of the slick, black gun struck terror in her.
    â€œReasons,” he replied without looking at her.
    Squealing tires broke her out of her trance. There was a very real reason Aiden had the gun, and it didn’t appear to have anything to do with her or Dustin.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” Madison twisted in her seat, heart pounding. Was this Dustin? Or Aiden’s doing?
    â€œNothing. Play it cool.” Aiden assumed a relaxed posture, but she saw the way he clenched his left hand. In his right hand, he held the gun low, next to his leg and out of sight from the other drivers.
    â€œWhat the hell is going on?” she demanded again.
    â€œStay in the car. I’ll tell you later,” he said in a whisper.
    She grabbed her burger and shoved a big bite in her mouth. If her last meal was Stoke’s, she at least wanted to get her money’s worth.
    A tall, thin man dressed in jeans and a white tank top got out of the cherry-red car in front of them. He wasn’t the kind of guy you’d pass on the street and think anything of. He was—normal. And yet, the calculating way he was staring at Aiden was the same way Dustin had stared at her, back when she didn’t