Bakin' Up a Storm by Lissa Matthews

Author:Lissa Matthews
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lissa Matthews

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“I was seeing this society girl. I was her dirty little secret and I was fine with that. But a couple of the guys I used to run with caught wind of it and decided it would be cool to boost one of her father’s exotic cars.”

“Oh no.” Bethany turned her head, propped herself up on his chest. He liked her there. He liked her on him, near him. And he didn’t like anyone that much. What was she doing to him?

“I thought I had talked them out of it. Turned out I hadn’t. She and I were in the pool house and we heard the alarms around the garage go off. She freaked. I panicked and threw on my clothes, ran out to see if I could run the guys off or shut down the system. See… That was one of my jobs when we boosted cars. I’d take care of the garage alarms if there were any and because we boosted high end cars, I did a lot of that. We all had our own jobs. I could also drive like a motherfucker. Outrun anyone.”

“What happened when you got there? I mean, other than…”

“My buddies were gone by the time I got to the garage. Two of the cars were gone. Another one had the driver side door open and a couple tools had been left behind. I knew the cops would be around soon and no one else had come down from the house, yet… I made sure the cars had my fingerprints on them. Same with the tools.”

“You took the fall for it? Even though you had nothing to do with it?”

“I wouldn’t rat them out. I knew who’d done it, but I wouldn’t give them up.”

“Did they get the other cars back?”

“One of them, yes. The woman’s brother had taken it out that night. The other one, no. I copped to everything I could, told them whatever they wanted to hear.”

“She didn’t take up for you?”

“No. I didn’t think she would, but she made sure they didn’t think she’d been with me. She said she’d been out for a swim and saw someone running toward the garage.”

“God, Shane… They all suck.” He loved her vehemence on his behalf. She might be a force to be reckoned with and that turned him on.

“Yeah.”

“Have you seen those guys since?”

“When I got out. Told them I was done. I did their time and I better never see them again.”

“And the girl?”

“To be honest with you, I didn’t expect her to tell the cops or her family that it wasn’t me, but I was still angry at her for it. She came to visit me while I was inside, but I refused to see her.”

“Is she the reason your clientele is society?”

“How do you…? Never mind. Probably another of those articles or interviews. Yeah. It is. I know it’s petty. I know I should be over it and in a lot of ways I am, but making them pay me, a criminal, an ex-con, all that money for cake and frosting… It’s my own poetic justice.

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