7
They walked onward past rows and rows of concrete columns and fancy vehicles. Jack stopped them at a particular black sedan. He guided her to the front passenger seat and opened the door. Jack swept his arm toward the interior. “Ladies first.”
Nena couldn’t hide a smile as she slipped into the leather seat. Jack shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side where Peter and he faced off. Peter had his hand on the door handle and an arched brow above his eyes. “You wish to drive?”
Jack shrugged. “Why not?”
“You do not know how to drive.”
Jack shrugged. “There’s a first time for everything.” Peter’s face fell. Jack slid up beside him and lowered his voice. “Come on, Pete, just this once.” Peter sighed, but stepped back away from the door. Jack grinned and patted hi
