He had been a little surprised that the only reaction from the other Shermans had been a courteous nod. Pulling into traffic, Barret smiled as he felt her eyes on him.“I can’t believe you still have this old thing. With all the money you’ve made, I would have thought you’d upgrade to something that at least had air-conditioning.”“This is all I need. Doesn’t make sense to have flashy cars I can’t put anything in.”“I have fond memories of this truck,” she murmured, causing him to look at her as a slight blush covered her flawless skin.“As do I.” And he did. More than once they had found a secluded area and made out, and other nights they had lain in the truck bed, talking about the future and staring at the stars.“I guess I just assumed with your new jet set life you would get something to show your status.”“That’s my brother. Status was never my concern as much as being stable. And as for jet set, I fly only when I have to.”“What? No wild parties in Vegas, weekends in Paris, or lounging in Fiji?”“Not my scene.
