That was a first. “Can I borrow your car?” “What’s wrong with yours?” It was early, and I hadn’t had my coffee yet. I’d been planning on vegging out for a few hours, since I had the place to myself. Renee was home for the weekend, and Darah and Hunter were supposed to be visiting the Masons. Or so I had thought. “It won’t start and I have to get home. Can I have your keys, please?” he said, holding his hand out as if I was just going to pass them to him, no questions asked. Oh no. There was no way I was letting this guy drive Sassy, my red Charger. No effing way. “I’m not letting you drive my car,” I said, crossing my arms. “No one drives Sassy, but me.” “Your car is named Sassy?” he said, and then shook his head. “Never mind, I’ll ask about that later. Will you please let me borrow your car?
