Chapter 12

“And here I thought I was taking a grown-up to the city.”

His snicker annoyed me.

The line moved. Stopped. Moved. The guy ahead of us seemed to be texting. Move. Stop. Now he was picking at his damn ear. Grappling around in the front seat for something. Move. Stop.

“Fuck it. I’m walking!” I was yelling again.

Mitch gave me the old side-eye and smirked.

Then we were all off like jackrabbits, changing lanes and accelerating like we were going to run the range. Only our range consisted of three lanes leading to a tollbooth before we snuggled in close together to cross the bridge.

Fortunately, Mitch had FasTrak, so we sailed through the toll area and picked up our cluster of stop-and-go friends to buttfuck our way across the water.

“I’ve been trying to come up with how to introduce you at my clubs,” Mitch started as we stopped again.

“So just bring me to them. What’s to introduce?” I groused.