She started the engine and sucked in a breath at the deep growl of the motor, the feeling that this thing could hurl her right into orbit if she wasn’t careful. It was strange, because both the Ferrari and the Porsche she’d driven recently had enormous amounts of torque as well, and yet she hadn’t gotten the same impression of utter raw power that she did from the P1.
It’s okay, baby, she thought at the car. You take care of me, and I’ll take care of you.
Nasim had already begun to guide his vehicle to the starting line. Holding her breath, Bailey put her foot on the accelerator. To her surprise, the McLaren moved sedately enough from the spot where it had been parked, but that was probably because she had applied very little pressure to the gas pedal. The power was still there, just coi
