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She did feel sorry for the police officer; it looked like Charlene was still screaming.

“I think this calls for ice cream,” Zander said, starting up the truck. They had to drive around Charlene’s wrecked car.

“Unicorn ice cream?”

Turning to her, he winked. “All right. I think we can do that. Anything for my baby girl.”

Epilogue

“Right, I think I’m ready,” Keira said.

“Maybe ease up your hold on the steering wheel,” Honey drawled. “You don’t want to break it.”

“Are you sure about this, Keira?” Angie asked from the backseat. “You keep crashing on Gran Turismo.”

“That’s a video game. This is real life. I’m going to do fine, right, Honey?” She glanced over at the woman who’d agreed to help her learn to drive. Since Zander, the pimplebutt, wouldn’t.

“There’s a reason we’re in Zander’s truck rather than my Jeep and it’s not because his truck is safer,” Honey replied.

“What does that mean?”

“It means, if you crash, I don’t want you to put any dents in my baby.”

“I’m not going to crash,” she cried. “And if I do, I don’t want to dent Zander’s truck. He’ll kill me.”

“He’s going to kill you anyway,” Angie told her. “He said you weren’t to try to drive without him before he left for the last job. And yet, here you are.”

“Yes, but he’s been promising to take me driving for ages and he hasn’t done it.”

“Because you’re terrible,” Honey told her.

“I’m not terrible and you guys are being mean. I’m going.” She lifted her foot off the brake. The truck moved slowly forward.

“Um, you do remember where the accelerator is, right?” Honey asked.

“Yes, I know.”

In truth, she wouldn’t be doing this if she wasn’t desperate for a distraction. The job that Zander, Eli, and Ammo had gone on meant they were often out of contact and she hadn’t heard from Zander in days.

She was stressed. And she’d already eaten her weight in unicorn ice cream. It was attempt to drive or upsize her clothes.

“But you guys stressed me out, claiming I was going to hit something.”

“You’ll be fine. Push down on the accelerator,” Honey said.

So she did. And they shot forward in a cloud of dust.

“Not that fast! Not that fast!” Honey cried. “Slow down.”

She eased up on the accelerator as they turned a corner on the driveway. And saw another vehicle coming towards them.

With a cry of panic, she swerved off the driveway, right towards a tree.

“Brake! Brake!” Honey cried.

She hit the brake. Hard. They all slammed forward against their belts.

“I almost hit a tree! I could have hurt you both! Oh God, I’m a terrible driver. Are you okay? Are you all right?”

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