“It wasn’t anything special, Dad. I’d be more impressed by a...” “A what?” Dad asked. I realized I’d been about to say “a truck.” More specifically, a truck like the one Tyler drove. I’d only ridden in it once, but I liked the way it sat high off the ground and I could feel the power of the engine as we drove. But Tyler was off limits, and I had a perfectly decent guy coming to pick me up tomorrow night.
