"He stared down at her for a moment, wanting to heal every cut on her soft skin. But he couldn't, not yet. He needed to get her, and her car, far from this place so neither he nor Kate would be implicated in any way with the gruesome murder site. It also meant he would have to drive. In all his years, he had never driven an automobile. The closest he had come was watching various assistants through the years as they chauffeured him. He wasn't sure he could even remember how to start the car, but right now he had no choice. Grudgingly, he got into the driver's seat, and finding the lever underneath, he pushed it back so he sat comfortably behind the wheel. After trying three different keys, he found one that slipped into the ignition. From what he had seen over the past hundred years, driving was not a complex operation, and he was an immortal with reflexes far more keen than a human man. How difficult could it be? He turned the key and nearly jerked the wheel off the steering column when the car surprised him by lurching forward. The car went silent. The engine wasn't running. What was he doing wrong? He stared at the gearshift, wondering if he should move it. His frustration reared up, but his agitation would not make the car drive itself. He had to keep a cool head. Not knowing what else to try, he pushed one of the pedals at his feet to the floor and turned the key again. This time the car didn't move, and it roared to life. Grasping the gearshift, he jammed it into the first position and glanced over at Kate. Why couldn't she have owned a car with an automatic transmission? Shaking his head, he put some pressure on the gas pedal and slowly released the clutch. Thankfully the car rolled a few feet, but without warning it jumped forward. He pressed the clutch back to the floor before the engine lost power again. Calisto slammed his hand against the wheel, muttering under his breath in Spanish. At this rate it would take him all night to drive her home. The faded yellow convertible pitched forward again, threatening to stall as he continued out of the parking lot, thankful it was late. The streets were fairly empty. At least he wouldn't get into an accident with another car. Her car staggered ahead, lurching each time he tried to release the clutch, bouncing and jostling them both until Kate finally stirred and woke up. SS "Are we out of gas or something?" Calisto watched her with a tight smile. "Not exactly." Kate winced in pain when she laughed. "You can't drive a stickshift, can you?" "Does it show?" Calisto pulled over, finally allowing the engine to stall. She nodded her head slowly to avoid more pain. "Just a little. What happened?" "You don't remember?" "I remember being mugged. And I remember seeing you, but everything after that is blank." She watched his eyes as Calisto reached over to brush her hair back from her face, and his touch sent shivers through her body. This wasn't how she had hoped she would run into him, but she learned a long time ago fate didn't always work out the way you expected."