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I would rather hop up on a grill and barbecue myself.
“That’s a pass for today, sadly. But thanks for the offer.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m very sure,” I say. “But I’m glad we found some things for you.”
After I tell him where my office is, and he puts it into his GPS, he pulls out his phone and dials Dave.
“Hello?”
“Hey, man,” Bentley says. “How’d you like to switch cars with me for a week or two?”
“Yeah, I can’t do that,” Dave says. “I know most people would probably kill for your McLaren or Bentley or that sweet new Bugatti, but I like bigger cars.”
“The Bentley’s not too small.”
Dave laughs. “Dude.”
“Or you could borrow the Porsche.”
Dave chuckling. “You have a problem.”
“It’s only a problem if I can’t afford it.”
“Well, I have a teenager, and I can’t give him rides to or from anywhere without a decent-sized back seat.”
“He can sit in the front,” Bentley says.
“But then where will Seren sit?”
“You can go without her,” I say.
“Why on earth would you want to borrow my Acura, anyway?”
“Never mind.” Bentley hangs up.
“Uh oh,” I say. “What’re you going to do? None of those cars are something that someone who makes two hundred grand would drive.”
Bentley sighs.
“Fine. If you insist—”
But Bentley’s already typing something into his GPS.
C. A. R. D. E. A. L. E.
“Please tell me that you aren’t about to buy a car so you can look like a regular guy.”
“Because that’s so much stranger than buying all those clothes?” Bentley looks absurdly handsome when he looks over at me, his eyes flashing.
“It’s not necessary,” I say. “You can just borrow my car.”
“You have a car?” He frowns. “Then why am I taking you—”
“Mine’s at the shop, but it’ll be done today. I had to redo the brakes.”
“Oh.” His brow furrows. “What kind of car is it?”
