Chapter 229 Put My Great-Grandchild on the Agenda

• Calla Sullivan kept her car right on Zachary Luellen’s tail. She didn’t even know what she wanted—just that she wouldn’t let go. Zachary was hers.
• But the Rolls-Royce Phantom up ahead suddenly switched lanes. He moved so fast it blindsided her. She tried to follow, cutting over too—but a shrill horn blasted behind her and someone cursed, “Hey! You got a death wish?”
• Cold sweat broke out on Calla’s palms. She wasn’t as good a driver as Zachary, and she’d just tried to change lanes without signaling. She’d almost clipped the car behind her.