"I bet he still has Eli's jacket. I bet he sleeps with it," Andy teases, grinning.
Aubrey storms off to help Wayne carry one of Andy's bookshelves into the house.Andy laughs, and I can't help grinning too.
I throw my arm around his waist, pulling him closer, watching a car approach down the street.
"Is that the girls? I was going to see if they wanted to order dinner for everyone."
"Yeah, that's them."
"That's not them."
"Yeah, it is."
"That's not the Porsche."
"No, it's not."
"Vince..." His voiceholdsa note of warning.
"Don't be mad."
"Vince..." He scowls, the lines on his forehead deepening.
"Don't be mad, baby."
This is the second part of my surprise. Or maybe it's the third by now.
Malia pulls up in a green Land Rover. Not the rusted relic I'd nearly crashed in earlier, but a new Range Rover, gleaming under the afternoon sun, temporary plates still pristine in their holder. The same emerald green, but without the scars of a hard life. No duct tape patching together what time has tried to tear apart. It is safe. Reliable.
It won't stall at red lights or threaten to kill the love of my life.
"Andy, don't be mad.That car is yours. It's safer—"
"Vince, you bought me a car as a surprise... You bought me a car. A new car. You bought me an expensive car." His voice cracks, the words tumbling out in disbelief.
Shit. I think I've broken him.
"Are you crazy?"
"Actually, I got it used. It was a great deal. The previous owner recognized me as 'that one guy from TV,' so he knocked the price down. Only one owner and about five thousand miles—it's practically new—"
"Vince!" He shoves me, his eyes wide with panic.
I try not to laugh, but he's so adorable when he's mad.
Malia parks the car behind Andy's old rust bucket and jumps out, running over to pull Andy into an excited hug.
"FUCKING SURPRISE, BITCH!" she yells, cracking herself up.
“Language!” I yell, though I don’t know why I continue to bother.
Andy doubles over laughing, pulling her in tighter.Tina runs around the car, jumping up and down before launching herself onto both of them.
There's no way Andy can still be mad now.
He isn't. He's grinning, hugging both girls and shaking his head. "This is so stupid. My car was fine!"
Fine. Sure. That death trap is totally fine for my boyfriend to drive.
