Worth

Cutting through narrow lanes, he decided the Pacific Coast Highway is best viewed at 115 mph. The tranquility of his evening drive had him in a reflective mood. Once a wide-eyed surfer-boy, green to cutthroat capitalism and the throats he'd cut to refine success, Mr. Shelton could now have almost anything he wanted. But the man he'd become to impress her, is the man who drove her away.