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Melissa felt a moment of panic as she put her foot on the brake and the car began to aquaplane. There was so much water on the ground that she didn’t think she was going to be able to control her car before it crashed into the pub.
She wouldn’t have minded the loss of control so much if she had been driving fast, but by the time she put her foot on the brake in the car park she was doing less than ten miles an hour.
“Just as well your brakes are in good shape,” Zack said in a surprisingly calm voice when the car came to a stop no more than three feet from the pub’s entrance.
“Remind me to get them checked,” Melissa said. “I think I’d like them in a little better shape than that.” She remained where she was, clutching the steering wheel, until her heart stopped pounding quite so forc
