Lucas drove cautiously down the gravel drive leading away from the house, restricting his speed to a snail"s pace, to ensure my ribs weren"t jarred by the experience.
Once on the highway, it was a different story as he accelerated smoothly until the speedometer was reaching well over ninety. I gripped the seat edge anxiously and Lucas noticed, glancing across. “What is the matter?”
I was recalling the very fast drive the last time he"d taken me to the cottage. “Do you always drive like a lunatic?”
He reached across and caught my hand in his. “I have never had an accident in more than ninety years, Charlotte.” His tone was soft, reproachful even, as if he couldn"t believe I would suggest there was a possibility of him being involved in an accident.
“I"ve no doubt that"s true,” I agreed.
