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“Don’t forget your Prada jacket, label whore.” Stone balled up the stylish bomber and chucked it.

“Jerk.” Joe grabbed it from the sink in the bathroom, where it had landed after buzzing past his head. Stone had a good arm but lousy aim, and quality leather flew better than stretchy polyester. “You don’t know a damned thing about me!” Joe snarled.

“Probably a good thing.” Opening the door to the storm outside, Stone motioned out into it. “I have a feeling knowing you would have been a huge mood killer. I probably wouldn’t have even been able to get it up.”

“Go sing ‘Jingle Bells,’you tool!” The stranger turned his jacket inside out. Apparently, the leather side was for looks only.

“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…” Stone sang at the top of his lungs, forcefully enough to drown out the rain coming once again in buckets. “Just because I know it annoys you. Oh, what fun it is to ride…” When the guy flipped the bird, Stone slammed the door on him. “Good riddance!” 2