Lincoln got a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, why don't you figure out something that could happen to the car?" he suggested innocently. "Even us rich guys don’t like a little legal trouble." I gaped at Lincoln, and then glanced at Monroe, who was blushing and biting down on her bottom lip. NOT LOOKING SHOCKED AT ALL. "He's more devious than I've given him credit for," I mused. Monroe's eyes sparkled. "You have no idea," she replied.
