““He (Rico) moved to look at the speedometer. “Come on, Olivia. The speed limit is 70. You’re doing 95, and this car is ticket bait. I don’t want to risk getting stopped.” “I’m traveling with the flow. This is I-95. If I go the speed limit I’ll stand out.” He scowled. “Okay.” She slowed the Corvette. “Thanks,” he muttered. “You always drive like this?” “Yep, I grew up in Texas. Speed limits there are only a suggestion.””
