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“What?”
“That was a stop sign. What the hell are you doing?”
“Was it?”
Thank gods, the streets are abandoned at this hour.
“You would think you know where the street signs are.” I gesture wildly. “You grew up here!”
“So? I wasn’t driving when I was, like, a baby! I didn’t even know the rules of the road.”
“It seems like you still don’t know them.” I chuckle breathlessly, rubbing a hand over my face. “I’m driving next time.”
“If you insist.” She giggles, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. “All part of my master plan.”
“You’re breaking the law to convince me to drive you around? You didn’t have to do that much.”
“Yup. That wastotallyon purpose.”
“Uh-huh…”
We make it home in one piece, but spending time with Aspen is starting to feel like I’m waiting for my heart tosplinter into a million shards. If she’s the one breaking it, it won’t be a bad way to go.
Chapter 18
Mac
“Where are you going?”
Laurel’s upbeat voice gives me pause. She’s always louder than the rest of the witches, and the last thing I need is someone else overhearing our conversation. It’s obvious that I’m leaving. Lucky me—I won’t have to lie about where I’m going.
“Tavern,” I blurt out, trying to escape before she can continue questioning me.
It’s no use. She follows right behind me.
“You’re leaving now?” She lifts a brow. “Your shift doesn’t start until seven.”
“I know my schedule, thanks.” I hesitate. “That’s not why I’m going in.”
“Oh!” She gasps and follows me with quick steps. Despite her shorter legs, she seems to have no trouble keeping up. “You’re meeting with the wolves, aren’t you?”
Of course, she knows about the damn meeting. I grind my teeth together. “Maybe…”
“Can I come?” she asks. “I’ve always wanted to date a werewolf.”
I give her a withering look. “No. You don’t. We’re terrible. We shed a lot, you know.”
“Hm…” She tilts her head to the side. “You know what? I’m open-minded. I think I can look past that.”
There’s no stopping Laurel from coming, not when her family owns the bar they’re gathering at. Shortly after meeting the youngest Hawthorne, I realized that it’s hard to stop her from doing… well, much of anything.
She has a mind of her own, that’s for sure.
“I can’t play matchmaker,” I say as we walk down the cobbled streets. “I don’t know any of the other wolves.”
“That’s fine. I probably know more of them. I can play matchmaker foryou.”
As if Antoni needs another reason to flirt with me. I glower. “I’m not looking.”
