“I thought maybe Cass might like it.” Emmett blinked. “You’re giving this to Cass?” “Why not?” I shrugged. “It wouldn’t be to drive every day. There’s not a lot of room in the back for a car seat, but she could take it out for fun. Drive it in the summer.” Emmett stared at me, unspeaking. “What?” He shook his head. “I didn’t realize . . .” “Realize what?” “That you were in love with her.” The knife slipped from my hand.
