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“What’s your problem?” he asks.

“Nothing, we just need to get going,” I remind him.

As we head to the temporary car we’re using the job, the two guards tailing us head to theirs.

“Are you really that worried about the Greivans?” he asks.

I hand him the food so I can get in the driver’s seat. “I think we shouldn’t underestimate their stupidity.”

The smell of the food has my already hungry stomach growling even louder. My mouth waters now that the pizza is closed in the car with us.

“Fair enough,” Marco agrees. “That’s not the only thing going on, though.”

“You don’t think?” I ask as I pull out of the lot.

Marco chuckles. “I know you, and I know when you’re not getting laid, so what’s up with that?”

“Areyougetting laid?” I ask him.

“Absolutely. Just last night, in fact,” he replies with no shame. “You want the details?”

“Of whatever pussy you poorly serviced? I’m good.”

“Fuck off,” Marco hisses.

“What? Are you interested in dick now?”

I’m taking the long way to our destination to be safe, and not being able to eat yet is driving me almost as crazy as not seeing Ethan.

“You don’t know what I’m interested in,” Marco snaps. He leans his head back against the seat.

“Redheads,” I reply. “It’s kinda weird and a little egotistical, but I’m not judging.”

“Please, that’s bold coming from you,” he says. “That one guy you used to bang could’ve been your twin.”

“Who?” I ask.

“Jesse and…wait, don’t distract me. What’s going on with you?”

I chuckle. “Why does it matter?”

“Because I can’t have your back if I don’t know what all’s behind it.” Marco gives me a pointed look, which I only see because we’re stopped at a red light.

“Fine, but if this gets back to dad, I’ll know it’s you,” I remind him.

Marco puts his hands up, balancing the pizza box on his lap. “I won’t tell him anything.”

“There’s a guy,” I start.

“Always,” he butts in.

I growl under my breath. “Shut up and let me talk. He’s two grades under me. We ran into each other a couple months ago and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since.” “Damn, strung up good, huh? How many times have you fucked?” he asks.

My hands tighten on the wheel. “None.”

“Wow. What’s so special about this guy?” he asks with a laugh.

“I…I don’t fucking know. Ethan is just…I want him. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before,” I admit. “I’ve beenfollowing him, watching him, trying to figure him out. Not the last couple weeks, because things have been so fucking hectic, but before that.”