ChoicesChapter 27 Dancing the night away
We headed back to our respective places to clean off, and agreed to meet at seven for more of 'me trying to keep up with her, ' as Claire put it succinctly. The driving arrangements took a bit of doing, however. "My car or yours?" she asked. "Does it matter?" "Well, where we're going, your spanking new Integra might not be out there when we come out. My hatchback's less, um-" "Chop-shop worthy? Why, that's very sweet of you." "Besides, I like to drive." I clutched my...