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I put the truck in drive, debating on whether I want to sit in the line of cars or just go home and see Bailey tomorrow when the girl jumps toward the truck.

“Wait!”

I can’t help but chuckle.

Fresh tears brim in her eyes and now that she’s closer, I can see she’s young. Pretty, but young. Probably no more than eighteen.

“Get in.”

She doesn’t argue and for a brief moment, I wonder where this girl’s sense of self-preservation is. Then, I’m hit with the aroma of her perfume when she climbs in the passenger seat and despite myself, I fucking like it. Like sugar and honey and everything sweet.

“Where to?”

“Um . . .” she stammers. She’s obviously been drinking. Doesn’t surprise me coming out of Parker’s place. “Do you know where the Kappa Nu house is?”

A sorority girl. Makes sense, I guess, hanging with Bailey and Andi.

“UCLA?”

She nods, buckling her seatbelt and hugging her arms around herself.

“I’ll find it.”

“Why are you helping me?” she asks quietly.

“Why are you soaking wet?”

She blinks at me, finally looking at me head-on with two of the brightest fucking green eyes I’ve ever seen. Like mint leaves or the trees up north. Fucking breathtaking.

And also highly unobtainable.

When she turns away, I start back down the highway toward the city, deciding I’ll take Bailey out for ice cream and whatever else she wants to do in a couple days once things have settled down. She’d like that more than Mom’s party, anyway.

“My boyfriend—sorry,ex-boyfriend, pushed me in the pool.”

I raise a brow, but she doesn’t look at me.

“Why did he do that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Because he’s an idiot. And a child. And a cheating jerk.”

Cue another brow raise for her choice ofjerkas an insult. I can think of plenty of things to call the little bastard, none of which are nearly as kind as jerk.

“So you found out he cheated and he shoved you in the pool?”

“I guess. It sounds silly. Childish.”

“You’re not wrong there.”

She regards me for a moment, probably trying to decipher what to say.

“Now you.”

“What about me?”

“Why are you helping me?”

I let out a breath through my teeth as Malibu and that shit party slips away and the few miles of quiet country road takes us back to Los Angeles. Well, as country as it gets around here.

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