I splayed my fingers over the money in the bottom of my purse and let out a whoop.
Richie glanced in the rear-view mirror. “You okay?”
“I wish there was a roadhouse around here. I could tear up a dance floor right now.”
“We ain’t stopping at no roadhouses cause every time me and Tommy Ray go to one of them places, we get our asses kicked.”
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