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area. I'll follow you."
    I
don't argue. I just grab Millie's arm and push her into the car. The old guy is
watching me like the entire incident was my fault. Guilt climbs up my throat,
because deep down it feels like he's right.

CHAPTER
5
    Millie
stares at me with her jaw hanging open so wide that I can see her tonsils. "Did
you see that? Did you see Dr. Peter Granz—a friggin' English teacher—kick ass
back there?" Millie tucks a curl behind her ear. She glances back at the black
car following us and waves at Peter. He doesn't wave back. There's a scowl on
his handsome face. "I heard he got his butt kicked last night. Did he? I mean,
what the hell was that? He came in all vigilante style. I thought he was going
to snap Dean in half."
    "Peter
didn't fight back last night. He's not—" I make an aggravated sound in the back
of my throat. The rest area sign says it's a few miles away. I don't want to
stop. I don't want to talk to Peter.
    "He's
not what? 'Cause, holy shit, that was so awesome I can't stop fanning myself. A
guy rescued you!" She darts upright in her seat and corrects herself. "No,
wait! He saved you twice. Sidney—"
    "Millie,
Peter isn't what he seems—"
    She
glances back. Appreciation is strewn across her face, like I landed the man
that makes all other men look like monkeys. "I know…"
    "You
don't know! He's not. Damn it, Millie, pay attention." Millie turns around and
looks at me, I mean really gives me a once-over. I'm so upset that I could rip
the steering wheel off in my hands. "Peter is Peter Ferro. Do you know what
that means?"
    Her
eyes slowly grow as big as dinner plates. She turns her head and looks back at
the man following us. "Holy shit."
    "You
see it?" It's obvious once you know to look—the dark Ferro hair, the strong
jaw, the stunning blue eyes, and that temper. All of the Ferro men have it, and
the daytime talk shows love to point it out.
    Millie
nods. "He looks like the pictures I've seen. Everyone's seen him. Pete Ferro is
hot. Why is he pretending to be a teacher?"
    "I
don't know what he's doing. Listen, no matter what he says at this rest stop,
do not leave me alone with him. Do you understand? Nod and say yes."
    She
nods and gives me a crooked smile. "Fine, but—"
    "No
buts. Say yes. I don't care what he says or what he wants me to do. If Peter
tries to get me alone with him, say no. Don't leave." Desperation floods my
mind. Peter had offered to come with me. He wanted me to call the cops. He
wanted to make sure I was safe, and this is how he finds me, in a parking lot
in the middle of nowhere with Dean dragging me across the asphalt.
    "Okay,
okay. I won't leave, jeez." A wicked smile spreads across her face. "You know
what they say about Pete Ferro; so is it true?"
    I
pull off the interstate and slow the car. There's a rest stop with picnic
tables and a little brick building with restrooms. "Is what true?"
    She
giggles and leans in closer to me. Her hand keeps flying to her mouth, like
she's embarrassed. "His dick—is it as big as they say?"
    "Millie!"
I stop in a parking spot and throw the car into park.
    "It's
not like you haven't heard it before. Pete Ferro, super lover to the
supermodels, and their moms, and their friends, and their kitchen staff, and—"
    "Yeah,
I get it. He's a male slut."
    "He's
a strapping male slut who's done every woman from coast to coast." Millie's
grinning like a love-struck teenager. She glances back at Peter.
    "Shut
up," I say and kick open the car door.
    Millie
jumps out after me. She places her hands on the roof. "Oooh! Testy! Are you
protecting his virtue?"
    I
open my mouth, but Peter cuts me off.
    "I
have no virtue." Peter's window is down. He hears Millie as he pulls in the
parking space next to us. He cuts the engine and gets out. Millie's face turns
beet red. "She told you who I am?" Millie nods but doesn't look at him.
    Peter
walks around the car and comes straight at me. He stops short, like he just
remembered what happened when I left. "Are