Lucas
Mario Andretti sure would have been proud of the way I drove after I left the hospital. I sped a minimum of five miles over the limit the whole way back to the Carrington Ranch.
I had driven straight to the hospital right after a hard day of working on the ranch. I wasn't exactly covered in dirt, but I wasn't in good condition for a date either.
Especially not a first date. Wait, is this a first date? Does the night out on the cabin by the lake count? What exactly are Mila and I, anyway?
I decided it did not matter. I was excited and happy to spend time with her, and that's what counted.
I dashed inside the house and took a quick shower. I picked out a pair of nice designer jeans I seldom wore. I paired it with a tailored button-down shirt in burnt silver with charcoal highlight
