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companions – at least not until they were in California. There was no reason to complicate the trip and the last thing he wanted was some girl hanging on him, thinking they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Ethan shivered. No thank you. But Ted seemed pretty cool. Hopefully the chicks would be too.
    ‘What. Is. That?’
    And, then again, maybe not.
    Ethan frowned at the haughty voice. Tilting his head down to look over the top edge of his sunglasses, he grimaced. The woman was eyeing his car with a look of complete and utter disdain. With just one glance he knew the type. Rich. Spoiled. Aggravating. They were planning a road trip and here she stood in a silk floral dress – no doubt by some designer he never heard of. Didn’t she get the concept of comfort? They weren’t going to a fashion show.
    Ethan sighed. She was pretty, but pretty in a way that was so fake it made him sick. Well, not so sick that he wouldn’t be willing to sleep with her should she offer it up. Her dark hair was perfect. Her dress was perfect. Her strappy little high-heeled shoes were perfect. And her make-up and sunglasses and tiny purse? Yep, all perfect.
    Ethan hated the look of her kind of perfection. He supposed it came from being an artist. He found perfection in non-perfection. This woman looked delicate, like a doll someone had kept on a shelf her entire life. Her hands were lifted up by her shoulders, as if she could contract some kind of disease just from looking at his car.
    Please, not her , he thought, not saying a word. Let her walk on by.
    Alexis looked at the horrible car. At least it was black, which was about the only good thing she could say about it. OK, it might have been a little naive of her, but when Susan said they were taking a car, she assumed the vehicle was made within the last five years. This giant monstrosity was hardly a safe mode of transportation. She had one word for it.
    Ew.
    Pulling the sunglasses from her face, she turned to study the man next to the car. This clearly was a mistake. For heaven’s sake, he couldn’t be her ride. His light-brown hair was short, spiky and tipped with the most ungodly shade of bright red – as was his goatee. He was also covered with tattoos – from his wrists to where his arms disappeared under his raggedy old T-shirt. Even the side of his neck had some sort of fire growing over it like fungus.
    ‘Mr James?’ she managed, her voice tight.
    The man nodded. Was it just her, or was there something very gangster about the way he tilted his jaw up at her? All right, he probably learned the attitude in prison. Alexis took a step back. If she could just edge to the building before he got any ideas, she’d run back to Ted’s apartment and bolt the door. If he didn’t leave, well, they’d just call the police.
    ‘Oh, wow,’ Susan yelled, coming from the stairwell. Alexis tried to grab her friend’s arm as she passed, but missed. ‘Cool wheels.’
    Ethan pushed up from the car, grinning at Susan. Her stomach tightened at the look and a shameful tingling erupted inside her. She suppressed it, refusing to let her lack of sex make itself obvious to this nasty tattoo artist. Alexis watched, her mouth open, waiting for her chance to rescue her friend so they could escape.
    ‘Thanks,’ Ethan said. His voice was low and primitive, and his accent was only lightly influenced by New York. If she had her guess, he was born elsewhere. Alexis shivered. OK, so he had a nice voice. So did some serial killers, she imagined.
    ‘I did most the work myself,’ said Ethan. ‘It’s not finished yet.’
    ‘What is it?’ Susan asked, giggling. ‘Sorry, I know nothing about cars, but I love looking at them. This one has such character.’
    ‘Yeah, that’s what I thought when I first saw her. It’s a 1965 Lincoln Continental.’ Ethan smiled. ‘It’s a work of art, or at least will be when I get done with it. There’s a shop in California that I heard about that specialises in custom