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Yale was dumbfounded. “Ms. Lloyd, if we stop now, we’ll definitely lose him.”

“Trust me. Just pull over.”

Hearing that, Yale had no choice. After all, if nothing unexpected happened, Rachel would most likely become Tyler’s wife. Offending her was out of the question. Besides, if what they were doing behind

Tyler’s back ever came to light, he’d probably need her to put in a good word for him.

Yale pulled over, and Rachel unbuckled her seatbelt, quickly switching seats with him. By the time he realized what was happening, he was already sitting in the passenger seat.

“Wait–Ms. Lloyd, you’ve seen Mr. Hunt drive. He’s no slouch. And you’re wearing heels, what if

something hap-”

Before he could finish, Rachel stepped on the accelerator and shot forward. Yale nearly slammed into the

dashboard, only saved by his seatbelt.

He clutched the door handle tight, eyes glued to the road ahead, terrified that her driving might cause an

accident.

As it turned out, he had completely underestimated her. He thought he knew Rachel well enough after

Tyler all these years, but he had no idea she

was obvious she wasn’t just

couldn’t hide the admiration in his

in racing or something?

followed a racer for a

actually come in handy

strong with both her hands and her mind–never one to waste

she lost interest in something, she’d throw herself into the

couldn’t help but give her a thumbs–up. Respect was written

incredible, Ms. Lloyd. Honestly, I always thought it was a waste for

be better off in

her head. “Tyler has you guys already,

make sense.”

been talking about developing a new project–something that could benefit

the busy streets like a fish slipping through

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a second. Yale, stuck in the passenger seat, was paying the price. Rachel kept swerving and cutting lanes. Even strapped in, he was tossed around like he was stuck

he felt his lunch threatening