Aspen, who was behind the wheel, glanced at Michael with a cold expression. "Oh, it's you, Michael. I have to ask—why the hell were you standing in the middle of the road like a damn utility pole? Trying to get yourself killed?"

Michael exploded. "Aspen, you're the one trying to get yourself killed! You hit me—pay up!"

Without hesitation, Aspen pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and casually tossed it onto the ground. "There. Take it and go get yourself checked out, Michael."

Michael stared