Mason’s car was low and sleek. An Aston Martin DB10, which Lisa only knew because she researched cars for her characters. She didn’t own a car and therefore didn’t drive, but she did like to look at them and this one was really pretty. It was a dark grey with low-profile tires and custom wheels and as she slid into the leather seat, she knew it must have cost a small fortune and was worth every penny. Mason revved the deep-throated engine and Lisa squeezed her legs together as it rumbled through her body. Was it weird that the sound gave her a thrill more akin to those found in...