She sees the other cars speeding by, leaving their polite sedan in the dust. She looks over and checks the speedometer. Nine miles over the limit – exactly. His comfort zone.
She can’t help but smile.
Years ago, she would’ve opened her passenger door and jumped out. The thought of driving so slow, being so predictable, would’ve made her skin crawl.
But now, she sits back and relishes the sounds of waves crashing… the smells of ocean air…
She reaches over, gives his forearm a light squeeze.
The man had tamed her inner wild child.
Best part, he had no idea.
The Weekday One Hundred 