Clay teased as he negotiated a bend in the road with expertise. “Like I said before, I bet talking about sex with a seventeen-year-old really made your day.” He laughed loudly as Tate gave him the finger. “I didn’t say that,” Tate growled, as Clay’s car swung into the tight country lanes both with ease and speed. “I simply said I’m glad I got through to him the other week.” He smiled smugly. “And Dr. Jakes said the same thing yesterday. She was quite impressed at my teenage handling skills.” He swore as Clay avoided a dead badger in the road and narrowly missed the hedge on the opposite side. “Fuck, Clay, I can see why Taylor moans about Draven’s driving. What the heck are you trying to do, kill us?” “I went on another defensive driving course a couple of weeks ago.” Out of the corner of his eyes, Clay sniggered as Tate’s jaw tightened when the SUV bypassed a slow-moving tractor with only an inch to spare. “It’s fun testing out my driving skills. And besides, this car is made for this sort of driving.”
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