CHAPTER NINETEEN
I may have been bold at the breakfast table, but when Chase drove up in Bashful my courage failed me. There was indeed a small compartment behind the seat, and the men and Hannah tried their best to plush it up for me.
“Heaven knows why anyone would want to ride in these things,” Hannah muttered as she shoved in a fourth pillow on top of a mess of blankets. “These things are just not safe.”
Ben had leaned over the console with Mouse on the other side giving him a refresher course on the instruments. He paused in his schooling and smiled at her. “I’ll be sure to keep at a safe speed.”
She stopped her fussing and wagged a finger at him. “Don’t you lie to me, Benjamin Rookwood Castle. I can just imagine your foot itching to press down on that block of wood right dow
