THE WIND FUNNELED THROUGH her hair, whipping into wild abandon. She couldn’t help herself. She threw her hands into the air and felt the wind buffet her skin. In this tiny car, with the word racing around her, she felt alive. It was a wonderful feeling.
A smile snaked across her lips. Who would have imagined that a car as simple as this would have ignited such a feeling inside her cold heart? She was going to have to have one of these for her own. Drake informed her that she would have to get an American license, but her pay check from the Embassy they would build would probably foot the bill for a car like this.
She liked that idea. It was the only perk she’d come across regarding this new role she was supposed to fill in life. Why they expected her to be diplomatic and reasonable with
