He steered a half circle of a roundabout. “I see your point.” Putting on his blinker, he made a left turn. “But at least try it, since we’re already here.”
Amber looked out the window. All she saw was an empty parking lot. “Where is here?”
“A stopping point. We’re just switching vehicles.”
“Because?”
“Because you can’t come to Germany and not drive a super-fast car on the Autobahn.” His eyes twinkled with anticipation.
Her fingers twitched. “What kind of car?”
“A friend of mine at Porsche headquarters is letting us borrow a 911 GT3 RS. It goes from zero to sixty in a tenth of a second. Not the fastest start Porsche has, but its top track speed is two hundred and eleven miles per hour, which blows the competition away.”
That was faster than the NASCAR experience she’d done in Daytona with Michael on her eighteenth birthday. Her face could barely contain her grin. “Let’s go.”
Seth laughed behind her as she marched toward the building on the other side of the lot. She couldn’t wait to wrap her hands around the leather steering wheel. Feel the horsepower rumble under her.
“I thought you’d be scared and I’d have to talk you into it.”
She flicked him a quick glance. “I’m not your average girl, Seth.”
He gave her an appreciative once over. “I never thought you were. Not even for a moment.”
Her toes curled, and she quickened her stride. After meeting Seth’s friend and watching Seth sign a few papers, keys were exchanged. A cherry-red little beauty of a powerhouse sat gleaming in a slot close by. She couldn’t wait to rev that engine.
“Keys.” She extended her hand.
His gaze went back and forth between her and the car. “I thought I’d drive.”
She bopped his hand, causing the keys to fly out of his palm, and snatched them out of the air. “You thought wrong.” She didn’t wait for him to respond, just slipped across the butter-soft black leather seat and ran her hand along the gear shift.
“Are you sure you can handle her?” he asked, his mouth twisted to the side as he lowered into the passenger seat.
Her whole body hummed as she turned over the engine. It purred. “You need to learn to trust your teammate, Marshall.”
“So, this is your version of tough love?”
She put the car into gear and slammed the gas pedal to the floor. Tires squealed and the smell of burned rubber singed her nostril. The force of instant speed pushed her back into the seat. “Are you kidding?” she yelled over the roar of the engine, slowing now that they’d reached the end of the empty lot. She stopped the car and grinned over at his stunned face. “I’m just a big softy.”
Chapter Twelve
Ring. Ring.
Seth started awake, the blankets tangling around his legs as he thrashed upward.
Ring. Ring.
He rubbed the heel of his palm into his eye socket. Who would be calling him at—he glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand—chuffing three o’clock in the morning? He swiped his cell from beside the lamp and glared at the screen.
Mum? What did she want in the middle of the night? “Everything all right, Mum?”
“No, everything is not all right. Your sister got herself arrested.”
He sat up straight, bumping the back of his head on the headboard. “For what?”
“Attempted shoplifting.”
He bit off a curse on the tip of his tongue. “Why would she need to steal? It’s not like I haven’t dumped enough money in her bank account for her to buy a poxy unicorn if she wanted one.”
