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“Sure didn’t feel like nothing.”
“It was a mistake.”
“Twice?”
I grab the hood and slam it closed harder than necessary. “Yes, twice, okay?”
He watches me for a second, then glances at the car.
“Right, well, battery’s in.”
“Good.”
“Go on and test it.”
I leave him standing by the car and hurry back inside. Guacamole barely looks up when I grab my beach bag from the chair, snatch Revel’s hoodie from the laundry basket, and head straight back out.
He’s still beside the open hood when I walk up and shove the hoodie into his chest.
“There. Happy?”
His hands close around the hoodie, and without breaking eye contact, he lifts it to his nose and breathes me in.
The look in his eyes shifts instantly—darker, heavier, and ay, coño, if it doesn’t send something hot and stupid straight through me.
I shove that shit down fast and pull my usual resting bitch face back into place.
“Knew you didn’t burn it,” he says, smug as ever.
“Cállate.” I snatch my keys from my bag. “Before I change my mind and set it on fire right in front of you.”
I pop the hood closed, open the driver’s door, and slide into the seat before he can say anything worse. Then I turn the key.
The engine starts immediately.
Revel leans down toward the open window, both forearms resting along the frame. “Well, would you look at that. Useful and pretty.”
“You want a sticker, carajo?”
“I’d rather have another kiss.”
“You’re not getting one.”
He grins like I just challenged him instead of shutting him down. “We’ll see.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Keep dreaming, pendejo.”
“Already do, Mama.”
“About yourself, probably.”
“Nah, mostly about you.”
“Ay, Dios mío.” I put the car in reverse. “Move before I put this new battery to use by running your ass over.”
He laughs and pushes away from the door. “There’s my girl.”
“I am not your girl.”
