Damn. Did some pollen just blow in? Maybe some ragweed? We needed to get a gardener out here pronto because suddenly my allergies were wild.
Trent grabbed the back of my neck, and I turned to look at him through blurred vision. T smiled and swiped beneath my eyes.
“Damn allergies,” I muttered.
“Grampy! I want a pink one when I turn seventeen!” Andi called.
I let out a cross between a laugh and a sob while everyone snickered.
“I’ll put it on order, sweet pea,” Gamble told her but then turned to me, eyes narrowed. “Look what you started.”
“You can always tell her not to call you that,” Trent advised.
Gamble made a rude sound. “I’ll just learn to live with it.”
I barked a laugh. “The great and powerful Gamble finally bested by an eleven-year-old.”
Gamble gave me a look that would make fresh paint peel and then turned away. Trent winked at me behind his back.
“I saw that,” he groused. Then, “Travis, what are you waiting for? Go look at the engine. I know you want to.” He tossed Trav a key fob and shooed him off.
Trav turned to go but then stopped, hesitated, and turned back. His eyes locked on me, and I tilted my head. “What’s up, Trav?”
“Do you want to come check it out with me?”
Damn ragweed. Nodding, I cleared my throat. “Ah, yeah. Of course.”
Travis turned to Trent. “You too, Dad?”
He nodded, and we started after our son. T glanced at me. “I think I need some allergy medicine.”
Listen, don’t laugh at us. Our son wanting us to be part of his big moment was special.
“That should do it,” the man unloading the Bronco said as we approached.
“Thank you,” Trent said, holding out his hand to shake. “Appreciate you bringing it all the way out here.”
“Just doing my job,” he said, making sure everything on the flatbed was in place. “If you wouldn’t mind moving it off to the side, I’ll just go up there and turn around and head out.”
“How about we take it for a spin?” I asked Travis.
“Yeah!”
“I’ll escort him off the property,” Trent said.
“No.” Lorhaven jumped into the conversation. “I got it. You go with them,” he said, gesturing to me and our son.
“You sure?”
“Crystal.”
“Josie, want to go for a ride?” Lorhaven called to his wife.
“Yes!” she exclaimed, jogging toward the Corvette.
Lorhaven grinned at us. “Looks like I got me a date.”
“Just make sure you do it off the street. There’s kids here,” I cracked.
