I shake my head and smile at her. Emilia behind the wheel of my Ferrari… I bet that makes for one hell of a sight. “Of course it’s fine, Emilia. It’s a car. It’s for driving.” John chuckles and I turn to glare at him. “I told you,” he says, smiling smugly. “Carter doesn’t mind you driving his cars.” This dick. He knew full well that I don’t like anyone behind the wheel but me. He’s right, though. Oddly enough, I don’t mind it so much when it’s Emilia.
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