“You’re not learning to drive in four-inch heels.”
“Why? These are my favorite boots. Super comfy. See?” I turn on the ignition, shift, and step hard on the gas. The car lurches forward.
“Jebote!” Drago roars and grabs the steering wheel. “Stop! Now!”
I ease off the gas and apply the brake, stopping just a foot from Beli’s flower bed. “That went well, didn’t it?”
Drago’s eyes wrinkle at the corners as he watches me. His lips are pressed tightly together, as though he’s barely containing a burst of laughter.
“Yes, it was fine, baby. Shift in reverse and back up a bit.” He lays his hand over mine on the shifter and guides it into gear, then moves his palm to my leg. “Press the gas lightly.”
“Okay.” I drive to the starting point, but, on purpose, stop later than I should. The back
