Chapter 4
Jacksonville, FLSunday
THEY’D MADE GOOD time on the trip home. For once, there were no traffic slowdowns on I-95 and they’d been able to maintain a steady seventy-three or so most of the way.
As Nate pulled the car into their garage, he said, “I just remembered something.”
“What?”
“Remember our first trip up I-75 in your Mustang?”
“Sure.”
“I wanted to see how fast it would go, and you reminded me of the consequences of getting too many tickets.”
“That I did.”
“You also promised me something,” Nate said.
“I did?”
“Yes you did. You said you knew some back roads where I could safely give all those horses free rein, but we never got around to doing that.”
“Put it on our calendar for Friday or Saturday night, babe, and we’ll do it.”
“I’m going to hold you to it, this time
