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Zack’s stomach lurched into his throat as the car came to a sudden stop outside the village shop. Next to him in the driver’s seat, Sophie laughed at the look on his face.
“Did you think I was going to lose control and crash your baby?” she asked, amused by his reaction to her driving – she wasn’t about to admit it, but her own stomach had given a bit of a jolt when the car stopped more quickly than she expected; the brakes on the Aston Martin were much more responsive than those on her own car.
“You came close a few times,” Zack said once his stomach had settled back into its usual location.
“Rubbish,” Sophie scoffed. “I was in complete control. I’m a very good driver.”
Zack looked at his friend sceptically. “How do you explain your car then?” he asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever se
