‘Yes.’
He had a vision of them tearing over Ceres’ mountain range in one of his sports cars, the top down, Clara’s long hair streaming behind her, laughter on her face, her hand on his lap, the new perfume she was wearing that he’d been doing his best to block from filling his senses, adrenaline pumping through them both...
He severed the image with a firm, ‘No.’
‘Why not? Can’t you drive either?’
‘I’ve been driving since I was sixteen.’
‘Then why won’t you teach me?’
‘Because you would drive me nuts.’ In too many ways.
She was not in the least perturbed at this. ‘What if I promise to keep my mouth shut?’
‘Are you capable of doing that?’
‘There’s only one way to find out...’
‘Yes, and that’s not when you’re behind a wheel,’ he told her firmly.
She laughed and skipped away from him to return to her purchases. ‘And I thought you were a man who thrived on adventure.’