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practically undressing me
with your eyes.” I lean forward, resting my chin on my hand and scooting my
chair away from him. “Psh. And telling me I’m pretty. You think that’s the way
to get me? I’m not that vapid. Please.”
    I’m flirting.
    I shouldn’t be.
    I’m presenting a challenge.
    Setting up the chase.
    Guys love to chase.
    Until they
catch you, and then they move on to the next thrill.
    I sigh, recalling the handful of
guys who’d come before Thad. They all started with a wink and a smile and a
benign compliment, then transitioned to some flirty
banter and suggestive innuendo until my resolve had melted like rain on chalk.
    And when I finally caved in?
That’s when it would all end.
    No more dates. No more texts. No
more stealing smiles in quiet lecture halls.
    Thad is just like the rest.
    I’m here to pass my internship
and hopefully get a job.
    That’s it.
    “I know you’re not vapid,
Jordana,” he says, cutting through the tension that lingers in the space
between us. “That’s why I’m asking you to have dinner with me. You’re different
from most girls.”
    I roll my eyes. “Nice line,
Romeo. But I’m still going to say no.”
    He doesn’t wither and wilt. He
sits up tall in his seat, pinning me with his iron-strength determination.
“It’s all right. I’ve got all semester to make you mine.”

 

CHAPTER FOUR
– TITAN

 
    “I don’t typically hire felons.”
The body shop own leans back in his creaky chair, raking his palm across his
five o’clock shadow.
    I’ve been pounding the pavement
since dawn, a stack of pathetic little resumes in hand. I’m wearing a button
down shirt I stole from my father’s closet and a simple blue tie with khakis.
    I look like a fucking schmuck.
    But I need a job.
    I’ve got to get out from under my
father’s roof and away from that absurd situation he calls a family before I go
insane.
    “But times are hard,” the guy
continues. “Money’s a little tight. Business is slower than usual. Government
gives me a little kickback for hiring your kind, so, uh, what the hell.”
    He reaches across the table and
offers me a limp handshake. I immediately lose all respect for the asshole, but
I don’t let it show. This is the tenth place I’ve stopped into today, and he’s
making me a job offer.
    “Thank you, sir,” I say, squeezing his hand tight enough elicit a wince from his
weathered face.
    “Just don’t go stealing nothing,”
he ads.
    I pull in a sharp breath and
force a smile.
    “I’m not that kind of…felon,” I
say. I fucking hate that I’m a convicted felon. Once upon
a time, I was a good guy.
    Still am.
    Just not on paper.
    “Ten bucks an hour to start,” he
says. “You’ll be doing lube and filters all day. Maybe someday you can work
your way up to minor repairs.”
    I nod.
    My life’s ambition right there.
    Minor vehicular
repairs.
    I should be designing bridges,
not draining oil from Mazdas and Nissans.
    A guy roughly my age struts into
the office. His oil-stained, pin-striped shirt has
“Kyle” embroidered on the name-tag.
    “Titan, this is my oldest boy,
Kyle.” Terry, my new boss, says his son’s name in one, quick syllable. “Kyle
this is Titan. He’ll be doing lube and filters for us. He’s a convicted felon.”
    My teeth grit, and I resist the
urge to clock him across the face on the spot.
    “Ooh, what’d you do?” Kyle is
amused. I’m not sure which is worse, being judged or being seen as
entertainment for some pussy working in his dad’s shop because he couldn’t go
out on his own and get himself a real job.
    It’s right there, on the tip of
my tongue, begging to be said.
    I
almost killed a man.
    But I really, really need this
job.
    “Assault with willful injury,” I
said. I have to be honest. They’ll see it if they ever run a background check
on me, though judging by the way Terry runs this hole-in-the-wall establishment
he’s probably the one-man HR department. I doubt he’s the kind of