Chapter 6
Candace Marshall wasn’t overly thrilled with driving 100 mph on the highway into Anchorage. If she wanted to go that fast, she’d fly a plane. She grinned, remembering a year ago when Paul had raced a plane she was in to Anchorage and damn near beat it. Her first flight. To give him credit, he wasn’t going that fast. Not in August. Not with lumbering RVs clogging up the road. But he was going plenty fast.
Or maybe there was just something about riding in a Corvette that made it feel like you were going faster than you were supposed to be. She grinned again.
Paul looked at her out of the sides of his eyes, but he didn’t ask anything. The other thing about a ‘vintage’ Corvette was the noise. It didn’t really lend itself to conversation. That didn’t really bother Dace much. She wa
