“Um, yeah,” he says. “That one also.” He points at a truck and then the sleek black BMW next to it. “That one also.”

“You have four cars?” I ask him, and he puts his hand on my back and ushers me to get in the SUV.

“Does it matter?” he asks, and I want to say yes, it does, but he just continues. “It’s a car.”

“Yes,” I say. “Four. You own four cars.”

“Well, five,” he says. “I keep one at my parents’ house for when I visit.”

He smiles. “Now, let’s get Dylan home. He must be tired.”

“Smooth,” I say. “Very smooth.”

He looks at me and winks, and my stomach literally flutters. “Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet, sweetheart,” he says, closing the door.

“Mom,” Dylan calls from the back seat, and I turn around. “I really like him.”

“Yeah, baby,” I say, looking back to the front. “Me, too,” I say quietly under my breath.

Chapter Seventeen

Justin

“Four.” I hear her mumbling from beside me. She turns her back to the door and looks at me. “Four cars.”

As I look over at her, she’s still wearing my sweater even though it’s like a dress but she folds her arms over her chest. “I mean, five,” I joke with her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Sorry,” she says. “Five, you have five cars.” She shakes her head. “You see, right?”

I look in the rearview mirror and see that Dylan is slowly losing the battle to stay awake. “I’m not sure what you’re asking me right now.”

“I’m saying that we are literally night and day,” she says, but I interrupt her.

“We are two people who met and like each other. What does it matter how many cars I have?”

“You having all those cars is not the issue,” she says.

“So why are we still talking about this?” I wink at her. “If I had zero cars, would you like me more?”

“Well, no,” she says, and I laugh.

“That’s a step in the right direction.” I glance over at her, and she looks confused. “You admitted you like me.”

“That’s what you got from that?” she asks, then lowers her voice and checks to see that Dylan is now sleeping with his head to the side. “Out of everything I said, that is what you focus on?”

“Yup,” I say. When I hear her huff, I reach over and take her hand in mine. “Shh, you’ll wake him,” I say as I link my fingers with hers. I take in that she let me, and I also take in that she holds my hand back while she just looks outside for the rest of the drive.