Grit (Dirty #6)
“Rocky says, stunned. “You bought me a car?”
I open the driver’s side door, guiding her inside. “You need it. Your car runs like shit. It isn’t safe.”
She looks around, taking in her surroundings. Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
It’s a Honda Accord. Silver. Brand new. It’s not a luxury car by any means, but it’s one of the top listed family sedans out there that was still in my price range. It’s a nice vehicle. Reliable.
“No,” she says adamantly.
“What?” I heard her, ...but I can’t fathom how she wouldn’t want a car that runs well.
“I said no. I’m not accepting this. It’s…too much.”
There was a time she thought taking a couple bags of groceries was too much. I thought we were long past that. Obviously not. I understand she’s fiercely independent—it’s another one of those traits I admire in her—and a car is a lot, but so much has changed.MoreLess
I open the driver’s side door, guiding her inside. “You need it. Your car runs like shit. It isn’t safe.”
She looks around, taking in her surroundings. Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
It’s a Honda Accord. Silver. Brand new. It’s not a luxury car by any means, but it’s one of the top listed family sedans out there that was still in my price range. It’s a nice vehicle. Reliable.
“No,” she says adamantly.
“What?” I heard her, ...but I can’t fathom how she wouldn’t want a car that runs well.
“I said no. I’m not accepting this. It’s…too much.”
There was a time she thought taking a couple bags of groceries was too much. I thought we were long past that. Obviously not. I understand she’s fiercely independent—it’s another one of those traits I admire in her—and a car is a lot, but so much has changed.MoreLess
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