“Are you telling me you didn’t even get a brand-new Cadillac convertible?” Caleb asked, and then paused. “If you had told me a week ago that this would make me genuinely upset, I’d have laughed in your face.” Peter laughed and turned onto his side, facing Caleb but only able to see his profile in the darkness. “I’m very fond of my secondhand car, so you can save your tears.” Caleb sighed dramatically. “All it takes is three days, a couple newspapers, and a handsome face, and I lose my principles.”
