Resigned, Giles puts the car into gear, and steps on the gas. Like a horse eager to race, the BMW lurches forward. Within seconds, they are on the motorway, heading east.
“Fasten your seat belt.”
“As you wish,” Ethan purrs.
Smug bastard!
*
For the next two minutes, neither of them speaks.
Giles keeps his eyes peeled, flicking
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