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Later that afternoon, Ellen locked her door and ran down the front steps. Mitch stood in jeans and a black sweatshirt, leaning against the back of the car with the trunk lid up. She threw her backpack in next to his.
“Want me to drive?” she teased as he closed the trunk.
“Yeah, likely.” He slid behind the wheel as she entered the passenger seat.
She settled into the cream leather seat. “Can we eat soon? A burger and latte would be great,” she said.
“We haven’t even gotten to the end of your street yet.”
Ellen laughed. “I’m getting in early. You know you hate to stop when you’re on the road. I have to fake I need a bathroom stop most of the time.”
“Ah ha, no more bathroom breaks for you from now on. It’s just that you overtake every slow Joe and then they catch up with you again t
