CHAPTER 35
I STOOD IN the middle of the deserted airfield and looked around. There was nothing in any direction but smooth tarmac. Well, apart from three things.
One could be forgiven for thinking I was at a photoshoot, seeing as those things were Connor, his friend Blake Hunter of #TEAMBLAKE fame, and a shiny red Ferrari, but the only camera was in Todd’s hand. It was just the latest instalment of Challenge Edith—the dreaded driving part.
I’d passed my test on only my fourth attempt, and I liked to think I’d shown some improvement. At least I didn’t accidentally cut up a police car like I managed to on my first try. When I came back finally waving my pass slip, Grant cheered louder than I did, although he pointed out that his income would halve now I didn’t need any more lessons.
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