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asked. I didn't know why it surprised me, but it did. I guess I thought rich people liked convenience. Like the convenience of an automatic transmission.
"I like to be in control," he replied, pulling a three-point turn of his own in front of the gate so that we pointed down the dirt road. He pulled in beyond the gate, put the Jeep in neutral, went and shut and locked the gate behind us, and came back.
Soon we sped down that path, Owen rowing through the gears. Too fast, if you ask me. The dust cloud we left behind us was like the trail of a comet hurtling through space.
I grabbed the side of my seat with one hand and the arm rest with the other, hoping no hairpin curves opened up in front of us.
But the four wheel drive of the Jeep negotiated the rough terrain like a mountain goat clambering up a steep slope.
"You don't have to worry. I've been down this road plenty of times."
"Who says I'm worried?" I said.
My stomach lurched when he downshifted and came to a bend. The tires started sliding beneath us. He gave it some gas, the engine growling in response while the Jeep scrambled for some sort of purchase.
Just as the trees lining the side of the road loomed close Owen found some traction and we shot forward again.
I couldn't help the little squeak that escaped me.
Then I saw Owen. An almost manic look tugged at his features, and I got the impression that he had dared the Jeep to lose its footing, to crash us into the trees.
"Slow down!" I said, "Slow down or let me out."
As quickly as it came, the expression passed from his face. He let off the gas and we started to coast.
"What are we doing here, anyway?" I said, noticing the hand loop over my door and grabbing it.
"You wouldn't accept the numbers I wanted to show you, so I decided that you needed to see something real."
"All I see are trees. Besides, it seems more like you're interested in getting us both killed." There were so many trees. They grew higher the deeper we went into the forest so that only a strip of blue sky remained above the road.
"You're perfectly safe with me. Besides, you're from a small town. Aren't you used to seeing trees everywhere?"
"Just because I grew up around them doesn't mean I want to crash into them. How do you know that, anyway?"
We came to another bend and he downshifted again. This time he kept the Jeep in check. Though tension and desire started rolling off him in waves, his thighs clenching as he kept his feet from revving the engine high and sending us careening.
I couldn't deny that he could drive. I also couldn't deny the way I clenched low in my stomach every time he pushed the clutch in and threw the shifter into another gear in that decisive way of his.
"I told you before that I make it my business to learn everything about anything that interests me. And you interest me, Allison. I want to know everything about you."
A chill ran down my back, and I tried looking anywhere but at him. At the gravel road as the Jeep ate it up, at the blur of trees just a few feet to the side of us. Anywhere but at the undeniably handsome man sitting beside me. The handsome man who, for some reason, took an interest in me.
"Why?" I said, "Why me?"
"We're almost there now," he replied, letting off the gas again. "It's been a long time since anyone has tried to put me in my place. Last week I flew over to... Well, let me just say that it's a small country with a lot of people not afraid to use violence to get what they want. And you know what happened?"
"You sold them more guns?"
He smiled and gave me a quick sidelong glance. "Nothing like that. If anything I want the fighting there to stop. What happened was I met with one of the strongmen there. When he looked at me, he was afraid. I could feel it. He was afraid because he knew that with my signature on the right pieces of paper, his bid for power was through."
The trees thinned. Literally. The old trees gave way to what looked like saplings planted in rows, the sun bursting
"I like to be in control," he replied, pulling a three-point turn of his own in front of the gate so that we pointed down the dirt road. He pulled in beyond the gate, put the Jeep in neutral, went and shut and locked the gate behind us, and came back.
Soon we sped down that path, Owen rowing through the gears. Too fast, if you ask me. The dust cloud we left behind us was like the trail of a comet hurtling through space.
I grabbed the side of my seat with one hand and the arm rest with the other, hoping no hairpin curves opened up in front of us.
But the four wheel drive of the Jeep negotiated the rough terrain like a mountain goat clambering up a steep slope.
"You don't have to worry. I've been down this road plenty of times."
"Who says I'm worried?" I said.
My stomach lurched when he downshifted and came to a bend. The tires started sliding beneath us. He gave it some gas, the engine growling in response while the Jeep scrambled for some sort of purchase.
Just as the trees lining the side of the road loomed close Owen found some traction and we shot forward again.
I couldn't help the little squeak that escaped me.
Then I saw Owen. An almost manic look tugged at his features, and I got the impression that he had dared the Jeep to lose its footing, to crash us into the trees.
"Slow down!" I said, "Slow down or let me out."
As quickly as it came, the expression passed from his face. He let off the gas and we started to coast.
"What are we doing here, anyway?" I said, noticing the hand loop over my door and grabbing it.
"You wouldn't accept the numbers I wanted to show you, so I decided that you needed to see something real."
"All I see are trees. Besides, it seems more like you're interested in getting us both killed." There were so many trees. They grew higher the deeper we went into the forest so that only a strip of blue sky remained above the road.
"You're perfectly safe with me. Besides, you're from a small town. Aren't you used to seeing trees everywhere?"
"Just because I grew up around them doesn't mean I want to crash into them. How do you know that, anyway?"
We came to another bend and he downshifted again. This time he kept the Jeep in check. Though tension and desire started rolling off him in waves, his thighs clenching as he kept his feet from revving the engine high and sending us careening.
I couldn't deny that he could drive. I also couldn't deny the way I clenched low in my stomach every time he pushed the clutch in and threw the shifter into another gear in that decisive way of his.
"I told you before that I make it my business to learn everything about anything that interests me. And you interest me, Allison. I want to know everything about you."
A chill ran down my back, and I tried looking anywhere but at him. At the gravel road as the Jeep ate it up, at the blur of trees just a few feet to the side of us. Anywhere but at the undeniably handsome man sitting beside me. The handsome man who, for some reason, took an interest in me.
"Why?" I said, "Why me?"
"We're almost there now," he replied, letting off the gas again. "It's been a long time since anyone has tried to put me in my place. Last week I flew over to... Well, let me just say that it's a small country with a lot of people not afraid to use violence to get what they want. And you know what happened?"
"You sold them more guns?"
He smiled and gave me a quick sidelong glance. "Nothing like that. If anything I want the fighting there to stop. What happened was I met with one of the strongmen there. When he looked at me, he was afraid. I could feel it. He was afraid because he knew that with my signature on the right pieces of paper, his bid for power was through."
The trees thinned. Literally. The old trees gave way to what looked like saplings planted in rows, the sun bursting
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