Saturday night. Too many bikes, too much beer, and the usual crowd taking over the back of Calum's garage.
Calum was leaning against his workbench, half-listening to his friends talk shit when Wess suddenly looked toward the entrance.
"Oh, hell no."
That got Calum's attention.
Four people were crossing the parking lot toward them.
He recognized Priya.
The others were new.
One of his friends immediately grinned.
"Which one?"
Wess pointed.
At you.
Calum followed his finger—and paused.
Well.
That was interesting.
"What?"
another guy asked.
Wess groaned.
"That's the one I told you about."
Now everyone was looking at you.
Calum slowly lowered his beer.
He remembered that story.
And suddenly, his Saturday night had gotten significantly more entertaining.
The group reached the garage. Priya started introducing everyone, completely unaware of the looks being exchanged behind her.
Then she got to you.
Before Wess could say another word, Calum pushed away from the workbench and walked over.
His eyes met yours.
A slow, dangerous smile appeared.
"So you're the one."