It was late that afternoon before Cam took Sonya home.
“Don’t you have your own car?” Cam asked as they parked Cam’s motorcycle in front of Sonya’s building.
“Yes. But I hate leaving it parked on the street at night. I always get a lift or take a cab when I go to the bar. Besides, if I pick up someone to take home, we go to her place. It’s better that she not see what I’m driving until I get to know her better,” was Sonya’s answer.
“What do you drive?” Cam couldn’t imagine what made Sonya so leery about showing her car.
“A Jaguar XJS.”
“Whoa!” Cam almost choked. “That’s some car! No wonder you don’t want it left out on the street. Do you keep it in a vault somewhere?”
Sonya laughed. “Sometimes I wish I still had the money I spent on it hidden away in a vault somewhere. I wish I never
