In the dimly lit car, the air conditioning was set to twenty degrees. Zachary Fairchild had both hands on the steering wheel as he glanced at Olivia Wynne. "Afraid to drive?"
The original owner of this body knew how to drive. She figured Zachary must have looked into her background, so he should have known that.
She had just made an excuse, and Zachary hadn't questioned it then. She thought the matter was settled, but she never expected him to bring it up again.
"I haven't driven in a long time, so I'm a little rusty."
"Oh," Zachary replied faintly, his eyes sweeping over the rearview mirror. He watched the white car following steadily behind them, and his gaze darkened slightly.
"Find some time to practice. It's much more convenient when you can drive yourself."
Zachary didn't press the issue any further, and Olivia inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. When she heard him mention practicing, she immediately nodded. "Okay. I'll practice when I have time."
