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Monroe inquired, his face scrunched in confusion.
    Wearing a smug look, Dane reached inside the open window and boldly ran his long fingers through her hair. “Ain’t nothing wrong with Lil’ Bit that a little CPR can’t fix.”
    She felt a twinge of irritation. Who does this arrogant nigga think he’s talking to? Offended, she raised her head and shook his fingers from her hair. Her burning gaze informed him that he was about to be cursed out for taking the liberty of touching her hair and for making such a cocky assumption that his kiss would be an instant cure-all.
    But before Misty could part her lips to express her indignation, Dane bent, stuck his head inside the open window and covered her mouth with his. His tongue, aggressive and sweet-tasting, slid between her lips, searching and stroking, silently claiming ownership of her heart and soul. She tried to pull away but went suddenly limp, weakened by the soft fullness of his lips, and dazed by the heat of his tongue as it seared her lips.
    Adrenaline pumped, making her feel dazed. Misty’s heavy lashes fluttered involuntarily, her eyelids lowered and then closed, in defeat. Unable to help herself, Misty widened her already parted lips, welcoming—needing his hot invasion. She moaned in sweet surrender as Dane tasted her tongue, licked it, sucked it, heightening her moist yearning with his panty-dropping kiss.
    He pulled his lips away. “Mmm,” Misty murmured, still under the spell of his kiss. Time seemed to progress in slow motion. She heard the click of the opening passenger door, smelled his manly fragrance as Dane positioned himself in the seat next to her and started pushing buttons on his cell. “My man won’t sell anything under a half a brick. Do we need to talk money? You got your funds straight?” he asked Misty.
    “I’m good.” Misty was well aware of the price ranges for good weed and money definitely wasn’t an issue. The problem was Dane. The sensation of falling in love at first sight had her head spinning fast.
    “Yo, this is D,” Dane spoke into the cell. “I’m gon’ stop by and holla at you in a few minutes, aiight?” He snapped the phone closed and glanced over at Monroe, who stood outside the SUV, wearing a dumbfounded expression.
    “Yo, cuz, hit me up in a coupla hours. I might have a little something for you,” Dane said, gesturing dismissively.
    In stunned admiration of his older cousin’s silky-smooth takeover, Monroe muttered, “That’s big pimpin’, yo.”
    Dane smiled and nodded in acknowledgment of his skills as the younger man walked away. Then he glanced at Misty. “You ready to make a run?” Before she answered, he instructed, “Bang a left at the light. Make another left when you hit Jefferson Street. Park in front of the Rodriguez store.”
    Glancing at the clock, Misty followed the directions. Her mom was going to flip when she discovered she was stranded at her line-dancing class, but Misty was willing to suffer the consequences of her mom’s verbal assault—later—much later. Right now, blazing up a blunt and lying up with Dane was top priority. Her mom was a grown-ass woman and she’d just have to figure out a way to get herself home.

CHAPTER 11
    F orty-five minutes later, inside a hotel room, Misty kicked off her sandals, making herself comfortable as she lounged on the bed, ogling Dane in deep concentration as he skillfully rolled a Phillies.
    Dane took a hit and passed it to Misty. After passing the blunt back and forth several times, Misty leaned back on the pillow.
    “You blunted up?” A devilish smile played at the corners of Dane’s magnificent lips.
    Too high for verbal communication, Misty expressed her lust with a seductive lowering of her lashes, and the appearance of her tongue, moistening her lips. She was ready. Nipples pearled, coochie warming up and tightening, Misty was down for anything Dane wanted to get into.
    Dane released a puff of smoke and placed the blunt in an ashtray.