I walked to the garage, a separate building to the manor with my high heels crunching on the gravel stone pathway. Dane was there leaning against the limo with the keys dangling in his hand ready to go. I looked past him to my favorite car that was always left here among a few others; my silver McLaren. I would really rather meet Danny in that after a fun ride though the North Carolina countryside. But I know that Dane has been waiting and I would rather he drive me then myself be alone in a McLaren just with Alex Hayes. Also, if I suggested taking that car with the two of us, I am more than certain that Alex would insist on driving and there was no way I was going to tolerate being in the passenger seat rather than the driver’s side of my favorite car.
“Nice cars.” Alex commented brushi
