"That's just what I'm worried about-finishing there. Didn't you tell me Nana drove like a Mario Andretti/Mr. Magoo combination?"
Melanie framed his face between her hands. "Relax. This isn't the finish of anything. This is just the start. And lead-foot Nana's much better since she got her new glasses." She waggled her brows at him. "Besides, we can neck in the backseat. C'mon. Let's go before they leave without us."
Hand in hand, they dashed to the Dodge and settled themselves in the backseat. Melanie choked back a laugh at the look of utter relief on Chris's face when he saw that Bernie was driving.
Bernie turned around and grinned at them. "Where to, kids?" he asked in a chauffeurlike voice.
"To the airport, my good man," Melanie answered. "How long will it take?"
Bernie stepped on the gas and pulled out of the parking lot at whiplash-warp speed. Grinning over his shoulder, he said, "Don't worry. We'll be there before you can say 'Kiss the cook'!"
Jacquie D’Alessandro
