Aria

Jalene swung the door open and slumped into the passenger seat of my Porsche, her whole body sagging with exhaustion.

"Why the hell are you parked so far from the club?" she grumbled, pulling the door shut with a thud.

"Sorry," I said quickly, starting the engine. The soft purr of it felt oddly loud between us. "Just... being careful. You know. Men."

Jalene snorted, tossing her bag onto the floorboard. "Girl, your husband got you scared to park on this street now?"

"It's not that," I ...