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“There’s no point in getting any right now, especially since I’m without a vehicle.”

“It’s needed,” he said plainly, heading toward the door. “So, I can take you guys where you have to go.”

My eyes became as huge as saucers. My crazy, stupid heart fluttered. I didn’t ask it to. I definitely didn’t want it throbbing for Elijah—who was too good to be true. Friend Elijah was perfect enough. I needed no more reasons to feel warm toward him.

“Fudge, no, Elijah. I can’t ask you to do that.” I smiled, leaned forward, and placed my hand on his chest. I couldn’t help myself. “You’re a lot nicer than you let on.” When Elijah gave me a dark stare, I pulled my hand away. “Thanks. You’re a butthole, but a very nice one.”

His upper lip twitched. “Even with them asleep, you still won’t say ass?”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not. Just interesting.” There was a hmm in his tone. “Makes one curious as to how exactly does one make you slip and say something bad.”

My face was on fire. I was firetruck red. My eyes sought the floor instantly.

“What time do I pick you up?”

I groaned. “Once you get something in your head, there’s no stopping you is there?”

“Glad you know.”

“Seven.” I threw my hand up. “Your shop doesn’t close until eight.”

“I can work around that. I won’t schedule any appointments too late from now on.” From now on?

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“It means I’m taking you to get some car seats tomorrow, and we’ll pick up Lucy and Eli from your parents afterward. Problem solved.”

“Not that part,” I grumbled. “The from now on part.”

“What’s not to get? I’ll be chauffeuring your ass around until you get a new ride.”

“They won’t fit in your truck,” I argued.

That only made him laugh. “Baby, have you seen the back seat of my truck?

Baby? Baby?

No, I hadn’t but I was suddenly very curious.

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