“How’s it handling?” Trent asked from the back seat. “Make sure you give yourself time to learn how it drives.”
“I know, Dad. Cars are like women. Every one of them is unique.”
Feeling my eyebrows shoot up, I leaned around the front seat to look at my husband. “Did you teach him that?”
“I thought you did,” Trent replied.
I pursed my lips and turned back.
“You been talking to Lorhaven?”
Travis laughed.
That was a yes.
“Don’t worry. It applies to men too.”
“How diverse of you, son,” I remarked.
“Diversity is a fact. Inclusion is a choice.” Travis flicked a glance in the rearview. “Right, Dad?”
Now that wasdefinitelysomething my husband would teach him.
“You got the rizz,” Trent called.
Travis made a sound. “Don’t ever say that again.”
I peered into the back once more. Trent shrugged. “I learned it on the Tok.”
After a short drive, Trav turned it around and went back to the party. We still had a cake to cut. And a nineteen seventy Mach 1 waiting to be revealed.
“You like it?” I asked when he put it in park near Lorhaven’s Corvette.
“Are you kidding? It’s the GOAT.”
“Well, don’t tell Uncle Romeo that because he’s under the impression he’s the GOAT,” Trent joked. Then, “Make sure you tell Gamble thank you again.”
“I will.” Travis agreed and then hesitated to get out. “Dad?”
“Yeah?” I answered, knowing he was talking to me.
He rotated in the seat, eyes meeting mine. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Trent seemed to melt into the shadows of the back seat, also knowing this was a question for me.
“Yes, I’m one hundred percent okay with this,” I confirmed. “We know how much you wanted a car of your own.”
He nodded. “Yeah. I can give it back if you don’t?—”
“I don’t want you to give it back. I want you to drive it. Make it yours. We…” I went on, including Trent. “Know you’re ready.”
Any reservation that Travis had blew away like dust behind a tire on a dirt road. He smiled and hugged me fast before yelling, “Thanks, Dads!” and jumping out of the car. “Dudes,” he said to Blue, Jax, Asher, and Jagger as they all came jogging over.
Trent laughed under his breath and got out, opening the passenger door for me. “That went well.”
“The GOAT,” I muttered. “Just wait ‘til he sees the inside of our garage.”
Trent threw his head back and laughed. “Don’t be jealous, baby. He will love your car more.”
