"And I have the keys." She held them up, jangling them, deliberately tantalizingSterne .

He knew he was being set up, but he couldn't help himself. He snatched wildly for the keys. And missed. He heard a muffled guffaw from the Secret Service agent and his humiliation was complete. "Are you going to let me drive?" Brynn asked. "Letyou drive my brand new car?"Sterne was aghast. "I've seen that banged-up Chevy Nova wreck of yours. You'll never get behind the wheel of my car, lady." "Then we'll sit here all night, because I'm not giving up the keys unless I can drive." She was not going toSterneLipton 's apartment! Sternewas acutely conscious of the Secret Service agent, listening to every word. He was probably mentally cheering Brynn on, he thought crossly. He knew the agents assigned to him didn't approve of him or his freewheeling lifestyle. Conservative, married agents had been assigned to him, forPete 's sake! His request for single, party-going types had been tersely refused. "I'll never let you drive!" he said in a thundering voice. "You're not going to smash up my new car!" "I'm a good driver. Although I do have a little trouble with depth perception," Brynn admitted calmly. "But that isn't why my car is dented. That happened in the parking lot at the mall. A van was backing up and" "I don't care what happened!"Sterne interrupted desperately. "Just give me my keys so we can get out of here!" The light had changed to green once more. The honking resumed as the other cars began to pull around them. "Sterne, maybe you'd better let her drive," the agent suggested. He was smirking. Sterneglanced at the man. "When I want your advice, I'll ask for it!" he snapped. He turned back to Brynn. "Listen to me, you obstreperous, obnoxious little monster. If you don't hand over those keys this minute, I'll I'll" "You'll what?" Brynn asked interestedly. Sterne's hands