Could you put some music on, please?”
“Certainly, ma’am. What would you like to hear?”
I see a smile play on Taylor’s lips as our eyes meet briefly again in the mirror.
He pushes a few buttons on the steering wheel, and the gentle strains of Pachelbel’s canon fills the space between us.
Fifty Shades of Grey, p. 345.
that seems like a pretty odd choice…
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