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Kevin and Cassie had a brief tussle over who was going to drive.
“I have a 1969 Lamborghini,” he told her as they headed down the stairs. “How many times do you get to ride in one of those?”
“He lives for that car,” Holly grumbled. “It’s like his favorite child, and I’m the second best.”
“Incorrect,” Kevin said calmly. “However, it is my one indulgence in life and it’s a piece of art. You’d appreciate it, my fellow mechanic.”
“I’m sure I would, but this is a tour, not a race. You’re supposed to sit back and enjoy the scenery. I’ll drive, and you’ll just have to live with the boringness of my Jetta.”
“A Jetta?” A pained look crossed his face. “You aren’t serious, are you?”
“Oh my God. You’re a car snob, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea,” said Holly.
“Do not underestimate the Jetta.
