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Kira reached up to grab the ‘holy s**t’ handle and clenched her jaw against a stale lump of peppermint gum as Trevor wheeled her car around the corner with a screech. The tools Jeff had given her and the shopping bags from the convenience store bumped against her feet with a plastic rustle.
“Whoa there, Vin Diesel, are you trying to get us pulled over?” she said in a breathless voice as she slid in her seat toward the door. She barely avoided banging her injured head against the window.
“You said you wanted me to drive this thing like one of my cars,” Trevor said as he flashed her a grin and kept his foot down on the accelerator.
“I meant go fast. Do you usually drive your cars like a crazy person?” She steeled herself as he blew through a yellow light.
Trevor snorted. “You’re one
