Chapter 16

As soon as the coils beneath their butts started to warm, Peter rubbed his hands together in front of the cold air blowing from the vents and muttered, “So our asses are hot and the rest of our bodies are freezing. This is the latest in technology? No, wait. If this was a Lexuswith heated seats—”

“I’m not buying a Lexus,” Jonathan told him. “Like the song says, you just have to let it go.”

Peter frowned at him in the car’s darkened interior. “What song?”

“That Disney one, you know.” Jonathan drew in a breath; he didn’t know anything except a line or two from the chorus, but he’d sing those, if he had to. Did Peter really not know it? Had he lived under a rock for the past few years, or something?

Before Jonathan could belt out the words, though, Peter covered his ears with his hands. “No, don’t, please! Don’t sing. I believe you. God, what do you have against nice cars?”