*
...."You
don't want their help," the teenage driver says, as the car careens down
the street. I sit behind the driver and get doused as he
shakes water out of his tousled, blonde hair. I brush the water off and notice
his strong shoulders and slim body as he drives the car. The only direct
glimpse I see of his face is through the rear view mirror. He looks in the
mirror past me to the pub where the last of the teenagers has finally entered.
His face relaxes, but his foot hits the accelerator.
“Thank
you, I think,” I say, still bewildered. “I haven’t told you where I’m going
yet.”
"Don't mind
the landy gobdaws," he says.
"Landy
gobdaws?" I ask. “Do you even know where I’m going?”
"Aye, you know the snooty
chatterboxes." Why won’t he answer my questions? Why are we heading out of
town? And where is he taking me?
“Where
are we going?” I ask, starting to get concerned.
“Where
are we going, she asks,” he says to himself, laughing.
"Excuse
me, this could be kidnapping."
"Kidnapping?
Funny, we call it saving your arse."
“Are you serious?
“Of course, I’m
serious.”
“My ‘arse’ isn’t
going anywhere with you. I don’t even know you.”
"I'm
Flynn. Grand to meet you," he says, turning his face to give me a winning
grin. Now I can see his face: a mischievous teen with curious eyes, a pointy
chin, lips that curl into a permanent laugh line and blonde hair as shocked to
be on his head as I am in his car.
“You
have to let me out, for real. No one will pay my ransom.”
“Not
worthy of a ransom,” he says shaking his head in pity.... READ THE REST OF THE JULIA FAE EXCERPT HERE
