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What ? He touched me.”
    Surge cleared his throat. “I was trying to help her to the couch.”
    “You’re supposed to say ‘thank you’ when someone helps you, Punk, not hit them,” Annie chided.
    “Yeah,” Surge agreed, nodding.
    Punk glared at him, and Drake burst out a laugh.
    Annie came and stood between Punk and Surge, settling her hand on his back and rubbing like the little mother hen she was. “Did you at least say sorry?” she snapped.
    Punk rolled her eyes. “No.”
    “ Well ? What do you say, Punk?” She leaned her head against his arm and he rested his head on top of hers, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.
    “Are you kidding?” Punk scoffed. “He’s apparently not even hurt.”
    From out of nowhere, Blister appeared, looking pretty much like he’d just rolled out of bed. Except from what Ella said, her uncle didn’t have a bed. He lived in a tent on the back of the property. He wore ragged jeans and a t-shirt, and his feet were bare. His breathing was heavy and angry. He looked like he was about to eat someone live. Specifically, Surge.
    Blister glared at the back of his head. “I’m driving next,” he growled.
    Annie and Surge split apart as if they were clouds and Blister’s voice was lightning.
    “Oh, hey bro.” Surge held his hand in the air to slap Blister a high five.
    But Blister didn’t return it. His eyes became slivers, the scarred one, crinkling and distorting his face even more.
    The roar of Beast on the track brought everyone’s attention away from whatever conflict was about to unfold.
    Punk watched as he pulled the same move Ella had, but one-upped her by adding two more turns.
    Diz jumped in the air, hooting before he pointed a finger in Ella’s face. “You’re out! Out, out, out!”
    She smirked, flipping her middle finger at him.
    Beast was grinning as he traded places with Blister. She watched him stalk back to the patio, a little swagger in his step, and couldn’t help smiling. He made her heart pitter patter like the drum line of some fucking club remix. Her reaction to him was ridiculous. But it also gave her hope.
    Until Beast, she’d never thought she could have feelings for a man again. She assumed she was destined to never trust, never love, never have a family or a future. No children to tell about her Nana. No partner to grow old with. She’d even convinced herself she didn’t want those things. That they were extra, and just living and having friends like Ella and Annie was enough.
    But was it? It didn’t seem like enough now. It felt like there could be more for her.
    “That grin on your face because you get to eat that giant steak? Or is it there for some other reason?” he asked when he reached her.
    “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
    One eyebrow arched. “I very much would.”
    “You haven’t won it yet,” Surge reminded. “Blister’s running and he seems pretty determined.”
    Surge was right, and Blister wasn’t wasting any time playing either. He zoomed down the straight faster than Ella had, took the first turn, and then gained even more speed on the final straight. But he didn’t slow down much on the curve. In fact, he drove through it, coming halfway back down the straight. Jerking the wheel, he spun a tight circle in the center of the oval, spraying a waterfall of dirt. But he wasn’t done. He whipped the car around, making a figure eight, and ending with another circle of raining dirt.
    “Son of a bitch,” Beast muttered.
    Surge laughed in that way she was coming to realize was unique to him. Slightly crazed. Hyena-esque.
    “I give,” he snickered. “I’m not even gonna try to beat that. Shiiiit.”
    Blister stalked toward them, staring at the ground as he walked.
    “We’re all in agreement,” Surge told him. “You win, bro. The biggest steak is yours.”
    “Give it to her,” Blister grumbled, tossing his arm in Annie’s direction and not stopping as he walked past them into the dark.
    Beast frowned, staring