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I bite my lower lip, considering his request. “What do you want me to tell?”
“Anything that makes you happy, Pip.”
I pause and swallow. “Did you know that all Jeeps have a secret?”
Aiden’s eyelid twitches. He’s getting annoyed. “Seriously, Pip. Deflecting again. Talk to me.”
“I am.”
He lets out an exhale. “Tell me about the secret.”
“Nope. Your loss.” I cross my arms at my chest and lift my chin in defiance. If he’s going to act like this, I’m not going to tell him.
“Come on, don’t be like that. Spit it out.”
“Fine,” I huff, and he raises an eyebrow for me to go on. “They all have a secret design.”
“Design? What kind of design?”
“It could be anything. But every Jeep has one, and it’s like a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered.”
“How do you know this?”
I pause for a moment, my mind drifting back to when I was younger. “We used to have a Jeep when I was little. It was my mom’s favorite car. She always told me stories about the secret character and how it made each Jeep special.”
He looks at me with curiosity. “What kind of stories did she tell you?”
I take a deep breath; my voice feels like it might crack. “One of my last memories, actually. Together, we found the little symbol. It was a tiny lizard hidden on the side mirror. She said that the lizard was a symbol of strength and resilience, and that it would protect the people inside the car. She said I was that lizard. A symbol of strength.” A tugging feeling spreads through my chest. “She said it’s like each Jeep holds a unique secret, just waiting to be discovered. It’s a reminder that there’s something special in every ordinary thing.”
I’ve only shared that with one person.
Aiden.
Did he drive this because of me?
No.
It’s obviously a coincidence.
Jeeps are one of the most popular cars. No way he did it for you. He doesn’t even remember you.
“Not a fan?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts by the bite to his tone. “Or was it not what you expected?”
My eyes narrow at his attitude. He’s defensive, and I haven’t even said a word.
“Not at all. I actually love Jeeps.”
His hands have a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel as he looks forward.
“What then? Did you expect a Bentley?”
I turn toward him. “You can drive what you want. I didn’t expect anything. Maybe some would, but I’m not like other people, and you seem to keep forgetting that.”
He turns and stares at me. I don’t dare move. I want him to see that I mean it and that I’m a little irked that he’d think so little of me.
“You like it, then?”
I bob my head. “I love it. It’s perfect. I’m a bit jealous. I kinda want my own.”
