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“This thing can go faster. Come on, bud, don’t be a pussy.”
Mason was torn. On the one hand he didn’t want to come across as a wimp in front of Parker. This warred with the type of person he’d always been. Yet Mason was a law-abiding citizen. The fact that his uncle,whom he admired, was a cop, played a large part in this.
“I don’t want anything to happen to this baby, and dad would kill me if I got caught speeding.” Not tomention my uncle.
Parker shrugged. Mason hoped he didn’t see him as a wuss. Maybe he should loosen up some, especially ifhe were to keep Parker interested and away from the likes of Hannah Berwick, he thought, following the signs for the freeway.
After riding a few miles, Mason took the exit ramp and soon he was pulling up outside the steak house. “Sorry, Parker, but I’m not a speed freak, it’s just not who I am.”
Parker smiled and clapped a hand on Mason’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, dude, you’re still a cool guy.”