“The card is linked to my personal assets, and it doesn’t have a limit,” I tell her, my voice soft. Her gaze cuts to mine, and she raises a brow. “What if I bankrupt you? I might just go out and buy every Lewis Motors car there is,” she says, making everyone in the car laugh. “Buy two,” I retort, loving the idea of spoiling her. “It still wouldn’t dent my bank balance.”
