Why was I here? Am I a sucker for a handsome face? Would I be here if my goofy-looking friend, Mike Nero, asked me to help him out? Definitely not. Absolutely, definitely, no way would I be helping Mike Nero. I’m an idiot. And how the heck did I manage to leave my front door unlocked? Where was my brain? We reached Bryce’s vehicle. He opened the trunk and handed me a towel. It smelled like motor oil. “This towel smells.” “Well, you can use it, or you can take your clothes off. Again, I won’t mind.” “Keep your hormones in check there, buddy.” Bryce smirked and blew me a kiss. He was beginning to aggravate me. No, not beginning to…he was aggravating me. He seemed calm and smug while I was a bundle of nerves. After I dried off as much as possible, which wasn’t much, I laid the towel on his car seat. I didn’t want to mess up the Tahoe.
