Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

Her voice brightens. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you've never had sex in this car."

"I'm not going to lie to you."

She tabs the seat beneath her. "Right here?"

I nod.

She motions to the backseat. "There?"

Again, I nod.

"You're so tall."

"I don't mind discomfort." I force myself to look back to the road. I'm getting all sorts of ideas about dragging Lacey to the backseat. And that shit can't happen yet.

She leans forward to turn on the radio. She goes right to KROQ, 106.7. The station is in the middle of a Red Hot Chili Peppers song.

She laughs. "They've been playing the same songs since I was old enough to listen to the radio."

"You're from California?"

She nods. "Riverside."

"The 909."

"No one calls it that anymore."

"You don't outgrow a reputation for meth houses."

"We're meth free."

"You sure?"

She shakes her head. "We're significantly meth reduced. We're no Orange County, but we do okay."

I nod.

"Nothing? I thought we had a rivalry?"

"Riverside dreams of competing with Orange County."

"At least some people think we're cool. Everyone knows you move to Orange County when you've decided it's time for fun to die."

"Do they?"

She nods.

I can't really argue. "I live in Huntington

."

Her eyes go wide. "Of course the millionaire rock star lives by the beach."

"My parents' place."

She presses her lips together. "So, technically, I'm doing better than you. Since you still live with your parents?"

I nod. "Technically."