CHAPTER TWELVE
‘Tina. How many times do I have to say it? You’re a good driver with great motoring skills, but you drive too damn fast.’
Tina had made it clear when she first dated Sean that he was always going to be a passenger in her car. Now they were late for Audrey’s tea, and he was complaining once again.
‘Don’t start. I’m not in the mood,’ she snapped. ‘I never drive too fast for the conditions or beyond my capability. Why can’t you accept that?’
She waited for Sean to respond, but he seemed to be having difficulty choosing the right words.
‘Sean, do you accept that I am a safe driver?’
She waited.
‘Do you trust me,’ she pressed on, ‘to get you from A to B, safely?’
‘Yes, of course I do.’
‘Then why do you keep stamping your foot on a non-existent brake pedal? It’s annoying
