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s clearly not designed with rear passengers in mind. The air,

probably don't get to ride in supercars of this caliber often. I

ssenger seat. His eyes were closed, an impatient look on his face,

onditions with a professional driver. In Manhattan traf

that I'd called him out. "Miss F- seems to know a lo

n flaw. The cooling system has a 1.7% chance of a sudden efficiency drop after runni

t. Spencer's mouth

, and for the first time, his piercing blue eyes focused on

aid calmly, "I gave this car t

r. Spencer slammed on the brakes, the tires screech

angry horns behind us. "You gave him this car? Are you kidd

d at me, his gaze as sharp as a sc

oice still level, "I suggest you drive it gently.

glance from Huston silenced him. Huston took the whee

was quiet, and Huston was completely silent, but

as a classic Norman-style manor, old and grand

out, Arthur Rasmussen, a vibrant, smiling, silver-hair

is arms and gave me a warm hug, completely ignoring the

"Arthur, it's been a while.

d heartily. He turned to Huston and Spencer. "You tw

swallowed a fly and gla

, Grandpa." His eyes, however, never lef

oul temper, only knows how to play that stupid game of his. I swear, I

ers fans wouldn't b

earth. Arthur guided me to the most comfortable sofa and t

er shouted in unison, their

er had served and took a small sip,

t. I've decided. Faye will be the future matriarch of the Rasmussen fa

t me, his eyes filled with anger, confusion, a

's been a misunderstanding. I have no inter

thur's turn t

d with a barely concealed flicker of satisfaction. Spencer was just a spectator enjo

uston. "It seems we both need to

surprise, nodded. For the fir

ng, then a sly, fox-like smile spread across his