The brakes were not a little spongy. They were barely there at all.Solana discovered this at the first bend in the path, when she pressed down on the pedal and the golf cart kept rolling cheerfully toward a flower bed. She yanked the wheel hard, bumped over the edge of the grass and coasted to a stop a few inches from a startled man carrying a crate of apples."Sorry," she said politely.The man stared at her, then at the cart, and his eyebrows rose slowly."You're the new one," he said. "Richard's girl.""I am," Solana said.He looked at her for a long, thoughtful moment, then nodded once and walked on without another word. Over his shoulder, she heard him mutter, "Alpha's favorite," to nobody in particular.Solana's grip tightened on the steering wheel.So that's the word for it now, she thought.She drove on more carefully, pumping the useless brakes at every curve. The path wound along the edge of the lake and back across the valley, and everywhere she went, heads turned.A pair
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