“What kind of car do you drive, Beck?” “Don’t do that.” “Tesla? Benz? Beemer?” “Nope.” “Audi?” His jaw clenched. “I knew it!” I grinned at him, all lit up inside from the knowledge that I’d been able to get the best of him for once. “That car is a major rich-boy accoutrement, and you know it.” “Sounds like someone is jealous.”
