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was the night their relationship had to be resolved under the stars.
One way . . . or another.
Sterling screeched around a long curve into a straight road running alongside the ocean. “This is my favorite stretch. Everyone keep their windows down so they can feel what it’s like when I really open her up.”
Bridget snickered at Sterling’s unintended carnal suggestion. “Oh my. I bet Kate would love that . . . I know I would. ”
Jeff shoved Bridget on the shoulder. “Give her a break, all right?”
Sterling switched off the headlights.
Kate caught her breath. “Are you crazy?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve done this lots of times. Don’t you want to feel as free as the wind?”
“Ooo this is exciting,” Bridget squealed.
Kate held her breath and watched the LED speedometer climb to 90, 100 . . . 110.
“I can push it over two hundred if I wanted . . . maybe even two-twenty.”
“This is fast enough, Sterling, please!” Kate couldn’t look any longer or she’d scream just like she did on the monster roller coaster they used to ride at night when they were kids.
Sterling glanced at her. “You’re never going to see that lying bastard again, are you?”
“What? No, and who cares? Just slow down!”
Bridget, sprawled half naked across Jeff’s lap, leaned forward becoming more and more excited as the car rocketed down the road.
Sterling gripped her arm so hard that she was sure his fingers would leave bruises. “And if you did see him again you would never believe another word he ever said, right?”
“What are you doing? Put your hand on the wheel, you idiot!” Kate’s scream rose above the roar of the engine and the scream of wind torturing their faces.
“Did you see that?” Jeff yelled.
Bridget jerked around. “The headlights just came on. Do you think it’s the cops?”
Jeff gasped. “Oh shit! The cherries just lit up on the roof!” He grabbed Sterling’s shoulder. “Pull over!”
Sterling paid no attention. “Are you kidding me? With my record? Those guys likely just woke up so don’t be such a pussy.” He came down hard on the accelerator. His powerful Brabus Rocket shot forward. “No way they can catch this car. We’re too far ahead.”
Kate’s heartbeat sped up with the accelerating car. She looked at the speedometer. 120 . . . 130 . . . 140. “Please, Sterling,” she pleaded. “Remember our promise. We can fix this.”
“Not if I get caught.”
Kate didn’t know what else to do except hang on for her life. Sterling seemed to be extracting the last measure of horsepower from the world’s fastest sedan, and it began to look as if he might be right.
He could lose the police car. Its headlights were fading behind them, its siren growing fainter. Both lights and siren were almost gone.
“See? What did I tell you?” Sterling eased off on accelerator and turned on the headlights coming into a high banked corner near a cliff.
But it wasn’t enough.
The car skidded and couldn’t hold the road. It zigzagged then fishtailed twice.
Bridget screamed.
Kate glimpsed Sterling fighting to control the wheel, using all his skill, trying to compensate for the spin. Coming out of it the headlights lit up the white guard rail. Kate threw her arms across her face and saw no more.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kate shook head and opened her eyes. Dazed and disoriented it took her a few moments to realize that she was sitting in a near-horizontal position, leaning over on Sterling.
Thank God they had all been wearing their seatbelts. She didn’t even want to think about what could have happened if they hadn’t.
Kate put her arms down and peered through her open window. She gasped, fighting back the urge to scream and leaned back in her seat.
The car was tilted on a thirty-five degree angle on a cement guard rail post high above the rocky cliff. It had remained upright but continued to creak and shift forward. Kate shivered with fear but she knew with pulse-pounding
One way . . . or another.
Sterling screeched around a long curve into a straight road running alongside the ocean. “This is my favorite stretch. Everyone keep their windows down so they can feel what it’s like when I really open her up.”
Bridget snickered at Sterling’s unintended carnal suggestion. “Oh my. I bet Kate would love that . . . I know I would. ”
Jeff shoved Bridget on the shoulder. “Give her a break, all right?”
Sterling switched off the headlights.
Kate caught her breath. “Are you crazy?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve done this lots of times. Don’t you want to feel as free as the wind?”
“Ooo this is exciting,” Bridget squealed.
Kate held her breath and watched the LED speedometer climb to 90, 100 . . . 110.
“I can push it over two hundred if I wanted . . . maybe even two-twenty.”
“This is fast enough, Sterling, please!” Kate couldn’t look any longer or she’d scream just like she did on the monster roller coaster they used to ride at night when they were kids.
Sterling glanced at her. “You’re never going to see that lying bastard again, are you?”
“What? No, and who cares? Just slow down!”
Bridget, sprawled half naked across Jeff’s lap, leaned forward becoming more and more excited as the car rocketed down the road.
Sterling gripped her arm so hard that she was sure his fingers would leave bruises. “And if you did see him again you would never believe another word he ever said, right?”
“What are you doing? Put your hand on the wheel, you idiot!” Kate’s scream rose above the roar of the engine and the scream of wind torturing their faces.
“Did you see that?” Jeff yelled.
Bridget jerked around. “The headlights just came on. Do you think it’s the cops?”
Jeff gasped. “Oh shit! The cherries just lit up on the roof!” He grabbed Sterling’s shoulder. “Pull over!”
Sterling paid no attention. “Are you kidding me? With my record? Those guys likely just woke up so don’t be such a pussy.” He came down hard on the accelerator. His powerful Brabus Rocket shot forward. “No way they can catch this car. We’re too far ahead.”
Kate’s heartbeat sped up with the accelerating car. She looked at the speedometer. 120 . . . 130 . . . 140. “Please, Sterling,” she pleaded. “Remember our promise. We can fix this.”
“Not if I get caught.”
Kate didn’t know what else to do except hang on for her life. Sterling seemed to be extracting the last measure of horsepower from the world’s fastest sedan, and it began to look as if he might be right.
He could lose the police car. Its headlights were fading behind them, its siren growing fainter. Both lights and siren were almost gone.
“See? What did I tell you?” Sterling eased off on accelerator and turned on the headlights coming into a high banked corner near a cliff.
But it wasn’t enough.
The car skidded and couldn’t hold the road. It zigzagged then fishtailed twice.
Bridget screamed.
Kate glimpsed Sterling fighting to control the wheel, using all his skill, trying to compensate for the spin. Coming out of it the headlights lit up the white guard rail. Kate threw her arms across her face and saw no more.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kate shook head and opened her eyes. Dazed and disoriented it took her a few moments to realize that she was sitting in a near-horizontal position, leaning over on Sterling.
Thank God they had all been wearing their seatbelts. She didn’t even want to think about what could have happened if they hadn’t.
Kate put her arms down and peered through her open window. She gasped, fighting back the urge to scream and leaned back in her seat.
The car was tilted on a thirty-five degree angle on a cement guard rail post high above the rocky cliff. It had remained upright but continued to creak and shift forward. Kate shivered with fear but she knew with pulse-pounding
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