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           Theforestalongbothsidesoftheroadwaslikeablackwall-ashardasawallofsteelifweveeredofftheroadatthisspeed.

           "Relax,Bella."Herolledhiseyes,stillnotslowing.

           "Areyoutryingtokillus?"Idemanded.

           "We’renotgoingtocrash."

           Itriedtomodulatemyvoice."Whyareyouinsuchahurry?"

           "Ialwaysdrivelikethis."Heturnedtosmilecrookedlyatme.

           "Keepyoureyesontheroad!"

           "I’veneverbeeninanaccident,Bella-I’veneverevengottenaticket."Hegrinnedandtappedhisforehead."Built-inradardetector."

           "Veryfunny."Ifumed."Charlie’sacop,remember?Iwasraisedtoabidebytrafficlaws.Besides,ifyouturnusintoaVolvopretzelaroundatreetrunk,youcanprobablyjustwalkaway."

           "Probably,"heagreedwithashort,hardlaugh."Butyoucan’t."Hesighed,andIwatchedwithreliefastheneedlegraduallydriftedtowardeighty."Happy?"

           "Almost."

           "Ihatedrivingslow,"hemuttered.

           "Thisisslow?"

           "Enoughcommentaryonmydriving,"hesnapped."I’mstillwaitingforyourlatesttheory."

           Ibitmylip.Helookeddownatme,hishoneyeyesunexpectedlygentle.

           "Iwon’tlaugh,"hepromised.

           "I’mmoreafraidthatyou’llbeangrywithme."

           "Isitthatbad?"

           "Prettymuch,yeah."

           Hewaited.Iwaslookingdownatmyhands,soIcouldn’tseehis

           expression.

           "Goahead."Hisvoicewascalm.

           "Idon’tknowhowtostart,"Iadmitted.

           "Whydon’tyoustartatthebeginning...yousaidyoudidn’tcomeupwiththisonyourown."

           "No."

           "Whatgotyoustarted-abook?Amovie?"heprobed.