Rashid

I caught the car keys Shane tossed to me, stepping back to let him down the steps from the porch.

“It’s a stick. You know how to drive one?”

I held back giving him a look. Of course, I knew how to drive a stick, that’s all I practically owned. But there was no way for him to know that unless he was one of those people that tended to follow the tabloids. Something that most Americans couldn’t give ...