Fun.
“See anything you like?”
Lucky made a show of running his gaze up and down Bo’s body. “Oh, yeah.”
Bo whapped his shoulder. “What did I tell you about behaving?”
“Have I ever behaved before?”
“First time for everything.”
“Ya think?”
Bo rubbed his chin and sighed. “That one might be beyond your skillset.”
“Damn skippy.” Oh, wow! The little red car wasn’t bad. Not his Camaro, but still. “How about that one?” He pointed to a sporty little number on the front row of the dealership. A Mustang. Sweet.
Bo circled the vehicle. “I don’t know, Lucky. It’d be a tight squeeze.”
“Four seats. Four of us. What’s the problem?”
“Car seats, toys, diaper bags… What if we need to stop for groceries? And it’s a two door. Can you imagine trying to get the kids in and out?”
“One way to see.” Lucky opened the door, wriggled into the back, and patted the seat next to him. “C’mon.”
“What?”
“Get in. You’re worried about room. Come and try it out.”
Bo’s height made crawling into the car difficult. Lucky grabbed him and pulled him into a lip lock.
“Mmmppph…” After a moment Bo stopped resisting. Outside the car, someone cleared their throat. Bo jumped back.
“May I help you gentlemen?” A woman stood beside the car, a sly smile on her face.
On the third try Bo managed to work his way free. “Bo Schollenberger. And this is my h… partner Simon Harrison.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Vickie. So, you’re in the market for a used car?”
Lucky started to answer,“No, we just hang out at dealerships for the hell of it.”The stink eye Bo sent him kept the words in his mouth. He crawled out of the car. “Yes, ma’am. My Camaro bit the dust. I need a replacement.”
“You like the Mustang?”
He’d have liked the Mustang a whole lot better if he’d gotten to finish his make out session. Oh, the things he’d have loved to do…
“He likes sporty, but we have two kids, so something family friendly.” Trust Bo to burst Lucky’s bubble.
Lucky shifted his attention to an SUV. Bo made a good point—he needed something family-friendly. He took one last look at the Mustang.
Bo smiled the disarming smile capable of getting him his way. “Vickie, can I talk to my partner for a moment.”
“Sure!” She strolled away, out of earshot.
“Look, Lucky. If you really want something sporty, we can always use my SUV as the family car.” Bo rested his wrists on Lucky’s shoulders. “I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy. I don’t need a car for that.” Plus, the offer shamed Lucky for being selfish. Sports cars also cost most than the typical family car.
Too much planning involved in having only one car capable of hauling Lucky, Bo, the kids, and everything the kids needed.
