Emily POV
Those three words turn my mood around and make me do an almost instantaneous 180° turn, I look him in the eyes and ask him once again if what my ears had just heard was true.
"Yes, yes, I said yes. But I'll ride shotgun."
The euphoria drops to my feet.
"I beg your pardon? You're not going to go with me to the café with Amelia and Carla, are you?"
"Not at all. I'll let you drive it, you'll drive us both there and then I'll take the car. When you want to leave, I'll come back for you and you'll bring us back."
He proposes calmly, holds out his hand, and with a poker face asks: "Do we have a deal then?"
For a moment I think about saying no. His distrust of my abilities made me want to punch his handsome face, however, this man loved those cars more than he could ever love his father so the fact that he would even allow me to drive him from corner to corner at twenty kilometers per hour was already a win-win for me.
