a

e overpass and to the clearing where all the driver

and fifty. This was way bigger than what I'd expecte

le got out of our way for the most part, and I was glad the Fastback

moths to a flame. People stopped and po

at shit of

just giving

ne off as to what's under

. He found a spot to park and turned off the engine. He tossed

w Harley would be collecting information from all the drivers. "I'm going to go register. You stay wit

estimated than overestima

. "You're c

irected their attention to him, saying he was the owner, and I heard him turning down requests to see under the

e a dirty look but didn't say anything. T

led out the last bits of information from the previous driver. Her hair was red. Not a natural red or a fire engine red, but a deep almost pur

aid, not bothe

all I get

ing bastard." She got to her feet and walked around the table to wrap her arms around me. Her rather

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nd on her hip and batting her lashes

dn't keep their eyes off of when she walked into a room. Her features were fierce, her eyes cal

ou company at night, you have my number," she

seductive smile of my own. "I think

round the table and took her seat. "You're

s, m

re you d

Mustang

e looked up at me. "And yo

t here t

and RSs all souped to shit. I can pull strings, but I c

Just write it

a turn-on." She picked up a yellow badge from beside her wi

Tha

I looked back at her. She winked. "It's good to

o you're talk

from my view as the next dr