She looks across to me and rolls her eyes. “Trust me, after the accident, I’d dare say he thought the same thing.”
I’d dare say she’s right.
We work on popping the trunk and it’s a little harder than we had hoped, but after a little tugging and grunting, it flies up and Tully doesn’t skip a beat, throwing herself inside and crawling through the mangled car.
I slap a hand over my mouth, desperately trying to hold in my laughs as to not alert Noah that we’re out here. Tully had said he was working out which means he’s probably in the garage and that’s just a little too close if you ask me.
Tully crawls in and manages to lay the backseats down so that she can get through to the main part of the car, only her head and body get trapped leaving her ass flying high in the sky. Though, some would say that’s the way she likes it.
“Help a woman out, why don’t you?!”
I grab hold of her feet and give her a shove, sending her flying deeper into the car and crashing down onto the floor space of the backseat. “Alright,” she says, righting herself and looking around. “You know, we might not have to bother. It already smells like shit in here.”
I walk around to the broken window and peer in, taking in all the dried blood smeared all over the dash and all the water stains from the storms we’ve had over the past few months. “Yeah, Rivers probably shit himself during the accident. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s still floating around here somewhere.”
“Yuck,” Tully groans.
“Not to mention all the DNA on that backseat too.”
Tully stops and glares up at me. “Would you stop already? I don’t want to think about all the other chicks he fucked in here before he fucked me up.”
“Really?” I grumble. “You think he actually had a chance to fuck anyone when he only had it for like a week before the accident. Besides, he was with Alyssa at the time and was so hung up on you that I doubt he ever screwed her.”
Tully looks thoughtful for a moment before shaking it off. “You know what? It’s none of my business anymore. I’m through with him. I don’t care if he fucked her or not. All that matters now is stuffing this car with stinky food and enjoying the entertainment that shall follow. Now, pass me that bag.”
I roll my eyes and reach up on top of the car and grab the bag. I hold back vomit at the way it squishes. I mean, Tully must have some wicked balls putting her hand inside that thing. That’s a hard pass for me.
I reach in and hand her the bag, being careful not to cut myself on any broken glass. Tully instantly gets busy, giggling to herself as she slips little pieces of shrimp under the chairs, into the air vents, and down beside the seatbelt locks.
It’s freaking nasty. If Rivers ever does discover what she’s done, there’s no way he’ll be able to find every single one.
“Hey,” a deep voice rumbles from behind me. “What are you doing? I thought you were studying for your exam today.”
I spin around to take in Noah. He’s shirtless and has a sheer layer of sweat covering his defined body from his work out. His muscles are bulging, his shirt is nowhere to be seen, and those pants are riding so freaking low that I’m sure a gust of wind could knock them right off.
I’m momentarily lost for words. He’s simply delicious.
“Shit, is that Noah?” Tully gasps from inside the car. “Don’t let him see me.”
My eyes bug out. Just the sight of Noah had me forgetting what the hell we were just doing. I hurry forward, drawing his attention away from the fact that I was just standing beside Rivers’ car.
I step into his arms and smile up at him. “Tully mentioned you were working out and I couldn’t resist coming to see for myself.”
Noah’s eyes narrow on me. “Really?” he questions suspiciously. “So, what were you doing over by Rivers’ Firebird?”
“Oh, nothing,” I say, shrugging off his question. “Having him back made me think about the accident so I wanted to check it out.”
Noah looks across the yard to the car and I look with him, only to smile at the way Tully must have crammed herself right down on the floor of the car. Though, I’m sure she would have used the opportunity to throw a few more pieces of shrimp under the seats.
“Well, come on,” he says, either believing me or deciding to let me get away with whatever he assumes I’m up to. “It’s hot as balls out here and I’ve got the air-conditioning on inside.”
“Thank God,” I sigh.