“What’s the matter?” Reaching over, he turned down the volume on the stereo. “Shannon?” His attention flickered between the road and my face. “Are you okay?” “You’re going too fast,” I strangled out. “Relax, we’re going the limit,” he replied, but he slowed the car. “And I’m a good driver. You’re safe with me.” “Okay,” I muttered, still feeling like we were going way faster than a hundred kilometers an hour. “But I’d feel better if you slowed down.” Exhaling heavily, Johnny slowed even further. “Happy now?” he asked, tapping the dashboard. Leaning over, I checked the speedometer. Eighty
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