DALTON POV
The drive in the black SUV felt like it lasted three lifetimes.
If you’d told me it was only a little over an hour, I’d have called you a liar to your face. That was not an hour. That was an odyssey through the depths of vehicular hell.
Simon drove like he was auditioning for some underground racing league where the winner was determined by how many traffic laws you could violate in a single trip. I swear, if there’s a legal limit to how much a man can hate speed limits, he’d doubled it by the time we left city limits.
Honestly, his driver’s license could be shredded into confetti and sprinkled at his next birthday party — it would be the most responsible thing anyone could do for public safety.
We even got pulled over. Well… almost. Blue-and-red flashing lights came up beh
