How the hell did you get on a plane, anyway?” I ask. “With your credit card.” My mouth falls open. “You stole my credit card?” I gasp. “Oh my God. Harrison,” I scold him. “You are unbelievable.” “No, I borrowed it. It was in Mom’s drawer.” The credit card I had given to Claire for emergencies. The one she refused to use.
This is so funny but so sweet at the same time
