Connor
"I'm not getting into your death sardine can," I threw my car keys to Edward which he easily caught with one hand.
"It's much faster," he argued, "and it has a little more legroom than the Lamborghini. It's by far more romantic too. You should hear it when it switches on. I vow it purrs like it's saying 'Connor'. There's nothing sexier than that."
I rolled my eyes before I cast his car a look. My eyes hurt if I looked at it for too long. It was a highlighter on wheels. It should have been illegal. "I'll follow you then," I held out my hand indicating he gave me back my keys.
He looked torn as he eyed my Range Rover and his Ferrari. He pressed his left hand to his right knee when he looked at his car then sighed. "You are in luck. Today is your Christmas. However, next time it will be your Halloween."
"What the fuck?" I loudly laughed as I shook my head. "What in the world are you saying?"
