Hannah We exit the bar and I take the lead, saying,“It’s just on the road, down this way.”I’m self-conscious in my short black dress, and my wild, tangled hair that’s been blowing in the wind for hours, and the car only completes the look. When we get there, Luke whistles.“Is this a 911 Carrera?” he asks, and I want to shrug. How the fuck should I know what it is? But it’s a good sign he knows about cars, I figure, and I just nod.Sure, mister. It’s whatever you want it to be.He walks around it, inspecting it closely, and I start to get nervous. Even though I know there’s no reason Dane would know I’m here, I feel too vulnerable on the side of the road. My eyes keep flicking up, checking the horizon to see if any cars are coming.Luke opens the hood and scans the equipment.“Smells like burning in here,” he observes.“Not a good sign.”While he’s looking at it, the dark-haired bartender with the tattooed throat comes down the side of the road to join us.“What’s the problem?” he
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