Jared had parked in front of me, and I cringed when I saw the damage I’d done to his car. Shit. If he was, in fact, guilty, then screw him and his dumb car. But if he was innocent, then I didn’t even want to think about how mad my dad was going to be when he saw the bill for repairs. “Is . . . um. . . .is your car safe to drive?” I asked timidly. A tired smile tugged at his lips. “Don’t sweat it. It gives me an excuse to do more upgrades.”
