They didn’t say a word to each other until Ilya slid into the passenger seat. “What the fuck are you driving, Hollander?” “A Jeep Cherokee.” Ilya snorted. “What? It’s practical!” “You’re a millionaire.” “What’s wrong with a Cherokee?” Shane asked, starting the engine. “It’s good in the snow. It holds lots of stuff. It’s a good car.” “Is good if you are a dad in the suburbs.” “Better than a stupid sports car where my knees are over my damn head.”
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