“I’m stressed.” “About the car?” So she did see our messages. I nod. She places the binder on top of my desk before leaning against it. “If you want, we can go visit some dealerships together this weekend. It could be fun to take a few out for a joyride…” “I don’t want a new car.” “No, but you need it.” My gaze drops to the carpet. She talks when I don’t. “If it’s about money—” “It’s not, and even if it was, it’s your money, not mine.” I make a good salary managing Rose & Thorn, and I live at my mom’s house, where I only need to chip in for groceries and utilities, so I save most of my
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