Tessa shut the Bugatti's door with a smirk, fingers still curled around the wheel like it was already hers. "Yeah, no. I'm not going back in the Rover."
Atalanta, lounging in her Porsche's driver's seat, let out a soft chuckle. "Obviously not. Why would we? We just got these." She patted the dashboard like it was a damn throne.
Parker, arms crossed, raised a brow. "You two acting like the Range Rover's a public bus."
Tessa made a face. "If the choice is this or the Range Rover, then yeah, might as well be." She flicked the key with so much enthusiasm that one might have thought she's driving a Buggati for the first time in her life.
Atalanta nodded. "Exactly. We're not leaving these cars behind just to ride home in an SUV like peasants."
Parker let out a slow sigh but couldn't argue. Honestly, he would've done the same.
Tessa grinned, stepping out of her Bugatti briefly. "You know what would make this even better?"
Parker already knew where this was going. He could feel it.
