Chapter 50

• Bruce's eyebrows shot off his forehead. "Putting the cart before the horse, I see. I didn't accept anything y—"
• "You will." I cut him off. "As soon as we pull out of your door after our next test drive. You know it. I know it. It's a good deal."
• Tate had helped me draft it, i.e., I was invincible and could screw Bruce six ways to Sunday if something went wrong. Of course, I didn't expect it. Bruce had a whole floor to house his litigation staff. But I was also sure they were all nepo recruits from his small town, so who's to judge their level of incompetence?