Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
HIM
“What the hell, man?” Gavin slips off his ski mask and smacks the dashboard of my truck with it.
I snatch it from him and toss it in the backseat. “Easy.”
“No, fuck that,” he snaps. I can feel his eyes boring a hole into the side of my face as I speed away from the house. “What the actual hell were you thinking leaving your DNA all over her? Now she has plenty of evidence to go to the police with!”
Finding an empty parking lot, I pull over and turn to face him. “First of all, I don’t need you fucking chastising me. Second of all, we didn’t have sex.”
“It sure as hell sounded like it,” he grumbles.
I roll my eyes. “Stop being such a baby. We’ll be fine. She won’t go to the police.”
Gavin looks at me again, this time with eyes full of dark promise. “She better not. You fucked up my night, and now I don’t have what I need to—” He cuts himself off.
I sigh and pull out my wallet. “How much do you need?”
“Seven hundred.”
“What do you need seven hundred dollars for?” I ask in surprise, but he gives me a look that indicates he refuses to answer.
I huff. “Fine, but I don’t have that kind of cash.”
“ATMs are open twenty-four hours,” he says matter-of-factly.
My eyes roll instinctively as I pull out of the parking lot.