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When I reached Jason the words, “Where’s Asher’s Jeep?” fell from my lips.

“I drove.”

“Oh,” I said, eyeing his car.

Jason kicked the gravel, sending a plume of dust into the air. Everything about him screamed ‘stay away’. A murderous expression. Waves of anger rippling off him. The way his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.

He was a nuclear bomb just waiting to detonate.

And suddenly, I didn’t want to ride anywhere with them. Even if Hailee had driven us here and was now attending to Cameron’s needs.

“Change of plan.” Asher sauntered up to us, his lip in a grim line. “My parents are on their... aaaaand here they are.” Headlights illuminated the three of us, and I glanced over to where his gaze was fixed.

“They want to take me to dinner.”

“They do?” My expression must have given me away because Asher chuckled.

“Don’t look so worried, Jase can take you home. Can’t you, QB?”

The guy in question grunted something inaudible.

“I can walk,” I rushed out, wanting nothing more than the g