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“Nah. I have my truck since Cord took the boys home.” “Good enough. See you.” Carolyn hefted the box and disappeared out the side door. At AJ’s 350 Cummins turbo diesel Chevy, Keely said, “Need a boost getting into your monster truck, el preggo?” “No. But you can bet your butt I’ll let my handsome hubby give me a hand to help me down.” Knowing Cord, that hand would go straight up his wife’s skirt. Those two still acted like randy teens.

"Why not? You can drive, can't you?" "Well... When I was sixteen, I rode in my cousin's pickup truck on a farm. And... I ran over three chickens. But..." What I say makes Joshua burst into laughter. I cross my arms, serious. "Sorry, beautiful. Please continue." "This happened because they got in front of the pickup truck!" I conclude, amazed. "Okay, okay." It was noticeable that he was trying to hold back his laughter. "I trust you." He hands me the keys. I hold onto them. And what harm would it do to drive a little? After all, the bar was just a block away from where we were. We got into the black Lamborghini Urus that Joshua had rented.

I didn’t open it. I didn’t want to read the words. Not yet. Maybe never. Instead, I looked out the window, watching the glassy campus gates come into view. The Marcell name still got whispers here, power, money, perfection. But underneath, I was just tired. The driver pulled up by the student dorms. He climbed out to open my door, his hand trembling slightly. “We’ve arrived, Miss.” “Good,” I said, stepping out, adjusting my sunglasses even though the sun wasn’t that bright. “If you’re ever late again, I’ll have you replaced by tomorrow.”

And of course, there’s Matt, the fashion aficionado, whose bold sense of style and confident recommendations ensure that I step out looking my absolute best, ready to impress. At last, we gather in the driveway, a dazzling whirlwind of laughter and youthful exuberance. The sun hangs high overhead, casting a warm, invigorating glow that bathes the surroundings in a golden hue. My truck, a sturdy Ford King Ranch 4x4, stands tall and proud, its rugged lines and glossy surface gleaming in the sunlight as if waiting impatiently for adventure. As we pile into the truck, the air becomes thick with anticipation, and our laughter—pure, infectious, and vibrant—fills every corner of the cabin, creating