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Goddess help me.

So I followed his directions on how to fix the mirrors, then moved my seat up enough to reach the steering wheel with my hands and both pedals with my right foot.

"But why can't I use one foot for each pedal? That makes more sense to me."

Wyatt and Ash traded looks, then stared at me.

"I don't know that there's a reason youcan't," Wyatt said slowly, "but you'll find it works best to train just your right foot to work the pedals. You won't get confused in an emergency and accidentally hit both pedals, which might make you lose control of the car."

"And if itisan emergency, you can use your left foot to brace yourself for impact," Ash added. "But it originally comes from cars with a manual transmission. If you drive a stick shift, you have to use your left foot for the clutch. Since this is an automatic, and most people drive automatics nowadays, your left foot is just sitting there, probably bored out of its mind."

"Except for yours," Wyatt retorted. "You jog it up and down all the time."

"But if you want, cupcake," Ash ignored him, "we'll teach you how to drive a stick shift, too."

Getting overwhelmed, I held up one hand and shook my head.

"Let's master this car first," I said. "Do I need to get really fast at moving my foot from the gas to the brake?"

"If you have to stop quickly, I suppose so." Again, the two of them exchange looks before Ash continued. "Most of the time, you'll know you have a stop coming up and have lots of time to take your foot off the gas before putting it on the brake."

"Am I asking too many questions already?" I looked at him with worried eyes.

"No, princess. They're just questions we weren't expecting, that's all."

"Okay. Well, I think I got the basic idea of how everything works."

"All right," Wyatt said and rubbed his hands together. "Let's turn it on and you can practice the wipers and turn signals and stuff."

I knew they meant well and were trying to teach me properly, but I just wanted to drive the car! Holding back my disappointment, I nodded again.

After a five-minute lecture on the importance of maintaining the wiper blades, they let me turn the car on. It purred to life, and I smiled to find it so quiet.

"I told you it was a quiet ride," Wyatt smirked. "Not much air noise when you're driving, either."

When I turned on the wipers, the noise of dry blades scraping over the windshield startled me. Then, after I figured out how to spray the washer fluid, I accidentally knocked the wiper lever to high-speed and jumped when they burst into life.

Both good examples of why they're being slow but thorough, I reminded myself, and that helped me not be so impatient.

Finally, Wyatt stood and shut my door, then stuck his head through the open side window.

"And now for the most important rule," he said. "Don't doanythinguntil we tell you, okay?"

"Okay."

"Posy, I mean it."

I turned to look at him and found his nose an inch from mine. Craning my neck, I kissed it before settling back in my seat with a grin.

"I know. I will. I'm a good girl."

"Yes, you are. Our goodest good girl." He tapped my nose with his forefinger, then stood up and moved to the back door.

While he was getting in, Ash produced the gray plastic clip for my seat belt with a flourish of his hand.

"Ta-da! I know Mase already showed you this, and I'm sorry I forgot it, but since he said it worked great, I'm going to get one for every vehicle. I'll put them in the glove boxes so they'll always be available when you go somewhere with us."

"Can I have one for my purse, too?" I asked. "That way, I have it if someone else is driving me in their car."

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