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over on someone like me because I looked like some rich boy who only wanted to impress his friends with a shiny new toy.
    “One point eight-liter engine. Toyota, right?”
    The man’s gaze sharpened a little. “Yes.”
    “Five or six speed?” I asked.
    “Five.”
    I pursed my lips. “Zero to sixty in four point two seconds, zero to one hundred in four point six,” I said as I walked around and admired the body some more. “Two hundred seventeen horse power, and a max power at one forty-five?”
    He nodded. “Yes.”
    I scoffed. “I could make it to one sixty.”
    “It’s a good design,” he said. “Speed wasn’t sacrificed for safety. This model has both.”
    I nodded. It would have even more speed when I was done modifying it.
    I motioned for Arrow. “How about a test drive?”
    “Well, I’ll need to ride with you,” the man said, glancing at Arrow.
    I plucked the keys out of his hand. “Not necessary. I’ll handle her with kid gloves.”
    “You can’t just take my car,” he protested, his voice hard.
    I pulled my driver’s license out of my back pocket and handed it to him. Then I handed him the keys to Arrow’s Camaro.
    “Here’s some collateral. You can’t expect me to pay for a car I’m not even able to drive.”
    “You can’t expect me to let you drive off with it,” the man retorted.
    “I have an interview with GearShark Magazine .” I shrugged. “Can’t be late.”
    “ GearShark Magazine .” He scoffed.
    “I’m a driver in the NRR.”
    His eyes turned speculative. I shut that shit down instantly.
    “Here’s the deal. I’ll drive her. We’ll meet back here in, say, three hours? If I like the car, I’ll give you sixty grand on the spot. Cash.”
    “This car is worth seventy!” He fumed.
    I crossed my arms over my chest. “No. It will be worth seventy when I’m done with it.”
    “You can’t just give me a number and expect me to take it,” the man argued. “And you aren’t leaving here with my car.”
    “Fine.” I held the keys out between us.
    Over the hood, Arrow watched with apt interest.
    Hope you’re learning something, little bro.
    “Excuse me?” the man asked, staring at the keys.
    “You don’t like my number or my terms? I’m sure you have another buyer willing to give you seventy grand on the spot.”
    The man’s mouth drew down.
    He knew as well as I did he wasn’t going to get seventy grand for this car. Maybe if it were brand new and had some upgrades, but as is?
    He could go fuck himself.
    “I’m gonna need the keys to my brother’s Camaro back.” I held out my hand. “And my license.”
    He glanced down at the stuff he was holding. His eyes seemed to sharpen on my ID.
    “You’re the Lorhaven who drives for Brickstone?”
    “One in the same,” I drawled, impatiently motioning for my shit.
    “Well, I guess it would be okay if you took the car for a bit.” His hand curled around my ID like he intended to keep it.
    I think my price just went down to fifty-five thousand. Asshole.
    Without another word, I turned and slid into the driver’s seat. There was less room in here than in my Vette, but I liked the way the car seemed to hug my body.
    The engine purred when I hit the button to start it up, and the man on the sidewalk stood there like he was in shock. I rolled down the window.
    “See you in a few hours,” I said, then drove off.
    Arrow looked over from the passenger seat. “Nice choice for your next car.” He grinned.
    I held my fist out to him above the leather console.
    The interior was all black leather, trimmed with Alcantara in red.
    “Good looking out, bro,” I told him as we pounded it out.
    Out on the main road, I opened her up. She responded beneath my hands better than any lover ever had.
    Damn, this was a sweet car.
    “So?” Arrow said when I downshifted as I approached Gamble Speedway where the GearShark team would be waiting. “You gonna buy her?”
    “Thinking about it,” I replied, wondering why I said