She maintained a composed facade. "No worries, I'm driving."

Sanford gave her a look and quietly took the keys from her.

“Miss Angie, just back from overseas, you're not about to confuse the gas and brake, are you? I'm rather keen on staying alive, not eager to check out early."

Maggie's cheeks flushed at the implication behind Sanford's remarks.

Of course, she still knew how to drive. She had been abroad for only six months.