Elena
ElenaAbby’s car was better suited to a racetrack than the road, but the windows were tinted so dark no one would be able to see inside, and I was feeling aggressive. The roar of the overpowered engine suited me just fine.
Next to me in the passenger seat, poor Tane had his long legs folded up like a pretzel and his neck bent forward, his chin nearly touching his chest. No matter what he did, the back of his head rubbed the ceiling. There was no way he could drive. None. Which had made him curse and demand we take another vehicle. Unfortunately for my man, there were no other vehicles available. Mr. Gregg kept every set of keys, other than Abby’s, in his personal safe.
Getting Tane inside this car was like trying to stuff a giant teddy bear into a shoebox. He simply did not fit.
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