Callan

“I was going to offer that you hop in, I will take you around the blocks to see if you like how she rides when you go looking for new cars.” I played up his own words. Vicky Fletcher's eyebrows shot up at the offer.

“Let's go for a ride.” He agreed so easily. I took my keys out and unlocked the doors. As soon as he slid in, he started feeling the smooth dark leather and the clean dashboard.

“How fast does she go?” He asked, leaning slightly over.

With him this close, I wanted to bash his fucking face into the radio but I waited and remained...