Ray buzzed their tin rental to a stop beneath the hotel"s car port. He shook his head in disgust as it idled like a gerbil on a wheel. God, he missed his muscle car. And, God, he missed his bike. Brandy hid her amusement behind a mock look of fear. “I don"t think this car has ever gone that fast,” she said. “And you"re still not happy.”
“I"m sorry if I embarrassed you.”
“You didn"t embarrass me. The berries up your nose were fun.”
Ray didn"t laugh. She couldn"t cheer him and was too tired to convince him. She climbed out. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah. I just needed some air.” Ray patted what passed for a dashboard. “I"ll put the skateboard on a shelf and be up in a few minutes.”
He drove off leaving Brandy at the curb. She thought of Ray; something she"d done a lot lately, then admitted
