Brayden sighed. "Yer Solstice is a sport's car, Anya. We canna hold all of us in'a two seater car. I canna allow ye' te' derive off with Mr. Greene and pro'lly kill yerselves while as ye' spin outta control whilst ye' suck on his pecker the whole way. Besides ye' get 28 miles te' the gallon with that piece o' shite and don' have any sort'a safety. My "sucky" minivan has airbags all around an' can hold all of us an' it has 47 highway miles te' the gallon cause o' me tunin' it up. I think Mr. Greee, bein' a nature minded person, would prefer takin one car with significan'ly better gas mileage than one'a many cars with worse mileage. Whatya say Mr. Greene?" What was wrong with Brayden? she had hated the idea of even being near Jay before but now all she wanted was to spend time close to him. Something was wrong but Brayden couldn't bring herself to acknowledge it.