shut the door and practically growled as he headed to the driver’s side.
The inside of the machine was spacious due to its wide, low ride, but the leather bucket seats molded around his thighs, supporting him front to back. He started her up with a roar, and gave the gas a punch just to hear it again. He smiled the exhilarated smile of a kid strapping himself into the latest high-tech roller coaster. Thank God whatever weather system the newscasters had been yammering on about hadn’t started yet, because this was gonna be good.
After adjusting the mirrors and fastening his seat belt, he cautiously maneuvered Annabelle’s baby out of the parking space, down the lot and out onto the long front drive of the Henderson Country Club. He hit the gas and felt the power surge throw him back as the Camaro went from zero to sixty in one crazy nanosecond. He was braking before his thoughts could catch up to him, and sat for a moment at the end of the driveway, wondering why the hell he didn’t have one of these. Finally he turned his head toward Annabelle and said, “Awesome.” She simply nodded.
He fumbled in his jacket pocket for his cell phone and handed it to her. “Call Brooks,” he said. “Tell him I wanna open her up along Lake Road. See if any of his cop buddies are patrolling there this time of night.”
“Really? You want me to call Brooks and tell him where we are?”
“Haven’t we had enough tickets today, Little Miss Speedy Gonzales?”
“Are you kidding me? Brooks will be calling everybody on duty to nail your ass coming and going. You’d be handing him the revenge he needs after you won the bet today.”
Duncan stared at Annabelle, open mouthed.
“At least that’s what I’d do.” She flicked her shoulder. “But it’s your money,” she said, starting to dial.
Duncan grabbed the phone out of her hands. “It’s exactly what I’d do, too,” he muttered. “And what Brooks would do,” he assured her. “And did I just hear the word ‘ass’ come out of your mouth?” he said, stuffing the phone back in his pocket. “The Queen of Etiquette?” he said, putting the Camaro in gear and moving out onto the open road. “Or was that the hot babe in the Auto Mechanics Club talking?”
Annabelle just smiled into the night whizzing by her. “Take your pick,” she said.
I want both.
It was then that the thrill turned from the drive to what might be found at the destination.
Chapter Eight
Lake Road was the perfect place to open her up, but Annabelle knew that speed was one thrill, and handling another. So after Duncan hit somewhere around one hundred-twenty on the speedometer, Annabelle directed him to a winding country road leading up a small pass to a park that overlooked the lake. The back and forth turns could have been taken with a bit more speed in the light of day, but Duncan’s expressions and occasional outbursts assured her that he was having a good time playing with her car.
The road dumped into a small parking lot, which was apparently just large enough for Duncan to gun the engine, spin them around and skid into a stop. All of which was a little more daredevil than Duncan probably had intended, producing a short scream from Annabelle and some wide eyes and heavy breathing from him as the car settled beneath them.
“Oh my God!” “That was close!” they said at the same time.
“I got a little carried away,” he said sheepishly.
“Believe me, I understand,” she assured him. “Would you mind taking off your coat before we start back?”
Duncan looked down at his tuxedo jacket. “I am so sorry,” he said, quickly stripping the coat from his arms. “You must be freezing.”
“No,” she said, folding his jacket and holding it over the back seat. She let it drop behind them.
“No?” he said, his eyes shifting back and forth between hers.
She shook her head as she reached for his right hand and started to unfasten the cufflink she found at his wrist.
The inside of the machine was spacious due to its wide, low ride, but the leather bucket seats molded around his thighs, supporting him front to back. He started her up with a roar, and gave the gas a punch just to hear it again. He smiled the exhilarated smile of a kid strapping himself into the latest high-tech roller coaster. Thank God whatever weather system the newscasters had been yammering on about hadn’t started yet, because this was gonna be good.
After adjusting the mirrors and fastening his seat belt, he cautiously maneuvered Annabelle’s baby out of the parking space, down the lot and out onto the long front drive of the Henderson Country Club. He hit the gas and felt the power surge throw him back as the Camaro went from zero to sixty in one crazy nanosecond. He was braking before his thoughts could catch up to him, and sat for a moment at the end of the driveway, wondering why the hell he didn’t have one of these. Finally he turned his head toward Annabelle and said, “Awesome.” She simply nodded.
He fumbled in his jacket pocket for his cell phone and handed it to her. “Call Brooks,” he said. “Tell him I wanna open her up along Lake Road. See if any of his cop buddies are patrolling there this time of night.”
“Really? You want me to call Brooks and tell him where we are?”
“Haven’t we had enough tickets today, Little Miss Speedy Gonzales?”
“Are you kidding me? Brooks will be calling everybody on duty to nail your ass coming and going. You’d be handing him the revenge he needs after you won the bet today.”
Duncan stared at Annabelle, open mouthed.
“At least that’s what I’d do.” She flicked her shoulder. “But it’s your money,” she said, starting to dial.
Duncan grabbed the phone out of her hands. “It’s exactly what I’d do, too,” he muttered. “And what Brooks would do,” he assured her. “And did I just hear the word ‘ass’ come out of your mouth?” he said, stuffing the phone back in his pocket. “The Queen of Etiquette?” he said, putting the Camaro in gear and moving out onto the open road. “Or was that the hot babe in the Auto Mechanics Club talking?”
Annabelle just smiled into the night whizzing by her. “Take your pick,” she said.
I want both.
It was then that the thrill turned from the drive to what might be found at the destination.
Chapter Eight
Lake Road was the perfect place to open her up, but Annabelle knew that speed was one thrill, and handling another. So after Duncan hit somewhere around one hundred-twenty on the speedometer, Annabelle directed him to a winding country road leading up a small pass to a park that overlooked the lake. The back and forth turns could have been taken with a bit more speed in the light of day, but Duncan’s expressions and occasional outbursts assured her that he was having a good time playing with her car.
The road dumped into a small parking lot, which was apparently just large enough for Duncan to gun the engine, spin them around and skid into a stop. All of which was a little more daredevil than Duncan probably had intended, producing a short scream from Annabelle and some wide eyes and heavy breathing from him as the car settled beneath them.
“Oh my God!” “That was close!” they said at the same time.
“I got a little carried away,” he said sheepishly.
“Believe me, I understand,” she assured him. “Would you mind taking off your coat before we start back?”
Duncan looked down at his tuxedo jacket. “I am so sorry,” he said, quickly stripping the coat from his arms. “You must be freezing.”
“No,” she said, folding his jacket and holding it over the back seat. She let it drop behind them.
“No?” he said, his eyes shifting back and forth between hers.
She shook her head as she reached for his right hand and started to unfasten the cufflink she found at his wrist.
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