Chapter 13
Enzo was living up to his nickname with how slow he was driving. They were on the backroads avoiding the tourist chaos and there was no one around, yet he was putt putting along like they were driving along a parade route. Cami was tempted to wave to imaginary people lining the road.
“I think a turtle just passed us,” she said, and Enzo shot a glance in her direction. She couldn’t see his eyes beneath the dark tint of his aviators, but she imagined they were a nice icy blue.
“I’m obeying the speed limit.”
“You’re good friends with the sheriff. I don’t think he’s going to pull you over and give you a ticket if you kick it up a notch.”
“We’re friends because I respect his authority.”
“Then why is he friends with Marco? We know damn well Marco has pushed those boundaries many
