Rever’s bright yellow convertible Porsche darted in and out of traffic along the coastal highway, drawing more than a few stares. Wind tunneled through my hair and the smell of exhaust burned my nostrils. “Couldn’t we have driven something less conspicuous?” I yelled. “Nah,” Rever responded without looking at me. “Everyone knows this is my car.” “Exactly my point,” I grumbled. Rever chuckled. “Everyone will stay clear of us when we’re driving home. It’s perfect.” “Right, but everyone will know our whereabouts tonight. That’s what I’m worried about.” “They’ll know we’re in Playa del Carmen for dinner, but they won’t know anything more than that. It’s the perfect cover.” “I hope you’re right,” I mumbled more to myself than him. A wide grin stretched across his face as we darted across traffic, earning more than a few honks and angry hand gestures.
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