Page 110 of Wild About You
Her brows furrow and then she whips her head around, finally noticing the little, red Mercedes at the curb.
“Oh my God!” she squeals so high that it makes my eyes squeeze shut in response.
She takes off for it, circling around with her hands over her mouth. Eventually she throws open the driver’s side door and sits inside. She runs her hand over the steering wheel.
I don’t think a gift has ever felt this good. I walk over and she rolls down the window.
“How do I look?”
“Dangerous,” I say. “Be careful.”
“I will. I will.”
“I’m serious. No speeding, no texting and driving, and wear a seat belt at all times.”
“I promise.” She gets out of the car and hugs me. “Thank you.”
“Nice wheels, Little Sharpie.” Declan steps up and eyes her car with a whistle.
“Want to be my first passenger?”
“Hell yes,” he says.
I step back and watch Everly and Declan take off. When they come back, Piper is behind them.
“Tyler bought me a car,” Everly gets out and runs to Piper, then drags her back over to see it.
I thought about taking Piper with me to pick it out, but then I thought it’d be way more fun and unexpected when I take her to pick out her own.
After Everly has shown Piper every inch of the car, she finally leaves to meet her friends.
“Be careful,” I yell after her.
“Ah, they grow up so fast, don’t they?” Ash tosses an arm around my shoulder.
Declan steps up on the other side of me. “You look like you need a drink.”
“Definitely,” I agree.
Inside we raid the fridge and then the liquor cabinet. I’m just about to pull Piper off to the side to talk to her when there’s a knock at the door.
“Arrested already, you think?” Ash asks with a big grin.
“I can’t even joke about it,” I say. I’m going to have a pit in my stomach until she makes it home tonight.
Laughing, Ash heads to the front door. Declan sets up for beer pong and Jack pours a row of shots.
“Got a minute?” I ask Piper.
Her bottom lip quivers as she nods. “Yeah. I need to say something first, though.”
“All right.” Fuck, I’m nervous all of the sudden.
Ash comes back in, a serious expression on his face. “Ty, the door is for you.”
“For me? Who is it?”
A woman steps into the room behind him. One I haven’t seen in far too long.
