Rolan raced the Lamborghini across Monaco’s famed motor ways heading for the Glory, while she pondered the events of the last three days. After colliding with the passenger door on a hairpin bend for the third time, she lost any remaining serenity.“You’re showing off. Do you drive this fast when Tony’s in the car?”“What do you think?” The corners of his mouth lifted. “Think a ten-year-old boy wants a slow crawl? In a car like this?”“It’d be safer, but still get us where we’re going.”“If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s nagging and griping. Don’t start with me.”“That’s two things,” she said, folding her arms under her breasts. “I don’t nag and I don’t gripe. And my son’s safety is paramount. You like riding life on the edge, I don’t. And I promise you, if you drive at this speed with Tony in the car, you won’t be seeing us in Salem.”“Cut it, woman. Let’s get some things straight. We’re married. You and Tony are moving to Salem.
