" With that same small smile still playing on his mouth, Aidan lifted his hands in a stance of mock surrender and took a step back.
Which meant she couldn’t very well run him over now. Instead she let her tires chirp as she accelerated out of the parking lot like the hounds of hell were on her heels.
Because in a way, they were. "

― Jill Shalvis , Second Chance Summer (Cedar Ridge, #1)