I Aim to MisbehaveMy lips were twitching with amusement as I turned into the car park for the trails. Not only because we’d established that my car meant my music, but also because I could see him out of the corner of my eye, face set in a grumpy mask, body all but twitching with frustration.
“You’re not on the insurance,” I reminded him.
“I know,” he replied, voice clipped and tight.
“And it’s on the other side of the road.”
“I can drive on the right, Kitten. It’s not hard.”
“But if you were in a crash-,”
“I wouldn’t crash.”
Oooh yes, definitely grumpy.
“You might not hit anyone,” I said calmly, “but you can’t account for other drivers. How many accidents have you been called to where one person was just driving happily along… right up until they were slammed into by some i***t do
