“You don’t seem like a sports car guy.” Her gaze narrows. “I’m not sure if that’s an insult or not, but you’re correct. I do not drive a sports car. I wouldn’t mind having a McLaren someday though. Any more guesses?” “Creepy white van?” I chuckle. “Closer than your other guesses.” She arches a brow. “I have an old ’67 Ford F100 Ranger.” “Damn.”
