LETS RIOTTTTTT.
Amelia
Is it wrong that I’m impressed you didn’t slap him with a skillet?
Catalina
Give it time, bitch.
Layla
Anywaysssss, what are we wearing to brunch???
I toss my phone onto the bed, ripping the blanket off myself. The only thing that’s getting me through this morning without breaking down or throwing a boot at Carter’s head is syrup-soaked carbs and gossip.
I smoothmy hands down the curve-hugging black maxi dress that clings to every inch of me like a second skin.
Perfect.
Throwing Carter’s truck into drive with a satisfying jerk of the gearshift, I tear out of the long ranch driveway like I’m fleeing the scene of a crime. Which, technically, I am.
Stealing his keys? Crime.
Leaving without telling him? Definitely a crime.
Looking this hot while doing it? Probably a felony in several states.
I’m too fucking furious to care. The second I found his keys sitting there on the kitchen counter, flashing in the morning light, I snatched them up without a single goddamn thought. If he didn’t want me driving off in his truck like a psychopath, maybe he shouldn’t have gotten me all worked up, dragging me to the edge of absolute bliss, then left me there soaked, breathless, and emotionally violated.
The truck rumbles beneath me like it’s pissed on his behalf, but I don’t slow down. I keep one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other resting on my thigh.
My mind is already a minefield, buzzing with everything I’m about to unload on my girls—and every furious, heart-bruised thought I’m refusing to let spill out before there’s a mimosa in my hand and someone calls me dramatic in a loving tone.
The truck hums under me, tires crunching over gravel as I floor it down the back road. The windows are cracked just enough to let in the warm breeze, but it’s not enough to cool the inferno roaring behind my chest.
Buzz.Buzz.Buzz.
I glance at the glowing screen in the passenger seat, dread already tightening in my gut. I swerve off to the side of the road and throw the truck into park, dust kicking up around me like even the earth knows I’m about to fucking lose it. I snatch my phone off the passenger seat and read the message I was already expecting.
Carter
Where the hell are you?
Catalina
Driving the truck of the man who ground his hard cock into me and then fled the scene like a little bitch. Get fucked.
Carter
Catalina…
Catalina
Oh, we’re using full names now? Cute. Really cute.
Carter
We need to talk.
