I lift my hands and start a slow clap as Autumn joins me outside, staring between me and the car with a puzzled expression. “What are you doing?” she asks. “Giving it up for Gabe’s engine,” I say, clapping hard enough to make my palms sting. “Seems important to him that people notice it.” Autumn shoves at my arm, disrupting the applause. “Don’t be a dick.” “He’s the dick,” I say automatically. We could have this argument in our sleep.
Yes
