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in my hands. Have a good time.” She shut the door and smiled. “Ready or not here we go.” She yanked the lever and the car zipped backward until it bounced into her desk chair.
    Luc jolted inside from the impact. “Chloe!”
    “Sorry wrong way.” She shifted the remote and the car inched forward at a slower pace. “I’ve got it now, though I probably should have considered something with a seat belt.” No sooner did the words leave her mouth when the front end of the car nudged the corner of the dresser. “Oops, I should've turned.”
    “You should've done something!” Was he having a froggy panic attack?
    “Quit whining, man you bitch and complain a lot.” She walked over to her bedroom door and opened the white wood.
    “I am not whining, bitching or complaining, just merely expressing concern for my life.” His tone held a certain snobbishness that caught her off guard. She wondered for a moment where the attitude had come from.
    “Don’t be a cry baby or in your case a croak baby.”
    “You open this car door and I think we need to discuss that sassy disposition of yours.” Luc paused. “Wait! Why is the bedroom door open?”
    “We need more room to operate.” She laughed. This was exactly what she needed. A little fun.
    “No, no we don’t !” He yelled at her and she became glad no one was home except the two of them. Explaining to her evil sisters the man’s voice with the sexy accent could prove to be difficult. “We don’t need more room, Chloe!”
    She giggled and slammed the stick forward on the remote. “Sure we do.” The plastic red Porsche with rubber wheels took off over the threshold and she hurried behind.
    “Chloooooooooooooeeeeeee!”
    She ignored the sound of terror from the interior of the vehicle and stepped into the hallway. “Oh dear, ficus ahead.” Her fingers gripped the stick on the remote and swung the metal rod to the right to avoid the large potted tree. The car over compensated and lurched for a fraction of a second to the passenger side. “Sorry!” she called and figured she had better be a bit more careful.
    Her gaze rested on the remote and wondered if there was a way to slow the speed down. She slid the button that said low, medium and high up and down. The vehicle slow ed. The thought of maybe she needed to push the lever and the button at the same time crossed her mind. Her fingers inched the stick ahead and her other hand went to shift the speed when she noticed she had left the little silver rod sitting on high. “Oh dear.”
    “Stairs!” Luc’s terror filled voice called and she glanced up at the same time her finger adjusted the speed to slow. She released her hand off the lever but the action came too late. The car edged out of the hall and descended the stairs. A small scream echoed through the house and she realized the sound came from her mouth. She raced down the staircase and even though she wasn’t touching anything on the remote, the car still proceeded onward.
    Chloe’s heart raced with adrenaline. For a frog of many words, Luc was silent and if she’d hurt him she never would forgive herself. The Porsche bounced and jolted down each of the marble steps then came to a stop against a brown leather dress shoe.
    “Oh dear!” She whispered and stared at her father’s disapproving glare.
    “ Chloe, what are you doing?”
    A croak of a groan left the interior of the car. “She’s trying to kill me.”
    The most horrified expression she’d ever seen crossed her dad’s face and he bent down toward the car. “For the love of God! Please don’t tell me you put Luc in this contraption.”
    Her brows furrowed as he straightened. “Since he just groaned, it would be pointless for me to tell you something you already know the answer to.”
    Her father continued to shake his head in disapproval. “I’m not impressed by this. I always considered you the one with a head on her shoulders.”
    Okay, Dad is mad.
    “I just wanted to do