Mirabelle didn’t like this plan. In fact, she hated it and wished she could punch Theodore in the face for even suggesting it.
“This isn’t going to work,” she muttered under her breath even as she felt sweat trickle down the center of her back. s**t! She couldn’t sweat. Sweating was a very bad idea, but her nerves were making it impossible to stay calm and sweat-free. Her entire body was vibrating with the tension.
Hoping it would help, Mirabelle turned the air-con in the car to the lowest setting. At this point, her teeth chattering was better than sweating. She looked in the rearview mirror but couldn’t see the bike. Not that she was supposed to. Especially not this close to the Fowler property. It would have spoiled the plan before it even took off. But Mirabelle wished she could cat
