Chapter 45
- KYLO
- When Oaklynn saw the car that I had rolled up in, she let out a little excited scream, flashed her license, and demanded the keys. “Keys now or I’m throwing a hissy-fit.”
- “You win,” I laughed. “Here you go.” I didn’t put up a fight because, firstly, I found driving tedious sometimes, and secondly, she said she had always wanted to get behind the wheel of an Aston Martin. How could I say no to that?