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Story: Ill Will

“There isn’t one. You’re getting what you want. So tell me what it is.”
“An SUV is fine. I just want space for gardening. It can be used?—”
“It won’t be.”
“But itcouldbe. Then again, there’s one I’ve always liked the look of.”
“Tell me what it is. A Volvo? A Mercedes?”
“It’s a Toyota.”
“Seriously?” he asked.
“Don’t make fun of me. I like what I like, and that’s practical. Besides, have youseencar prices?”
He pulled out his phone and looked it up. When I saw way too many tens of thousands, I said, “See? That’ssomuch.”
“Amy, this is nothing. What color do you want?”
“C-color? Why?”
“I’m finding one for you.”
“There’s a gray that looks kinda green. I always do a double take when I see it.”
“Got it,” he said. “We’ll go to get it tomorrow.”
“Are you su—” He gave me a flat look. “Okay, sorry. We’re going tomorrow.”
“Good girl,” he replied. “Now, take your water and sit.”
“Why? Do you have big plans?”
“We’re gonna relax,” he replied. “And maybe read.”
That sounded like the perfect plan, one that I couldn’t wait to get started on.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“If anything is gonna giveme a migraine,” I muttered to Levi, “it’s this damn car dealership.”
“Not funny,” he replied.
“I finally have someone who knows everything and I can’t even joke about my disability?”
He huffed out a laugh. “You can after I’ve had five to ten business days to process the trauma you put me through.”
“We live in fast times. Get with the program.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“But you like me.”
His hand threaded through mine. “That I do.”
Levi wasn’t going to have me join him at the dealership after working the morning in the office, but my being here made it easier to put the car in my name. It should have been a simple transaction, yet we had to wait way too long as salespeople tried to get us into a more expensive car.
One look at it told me that I had what I wanted. I didn’t consider myself very picky, but this car had features I could only dream of. It was the highest trim with floor liners for all of the gardening I was about to do. The second I got behind the wheel, it felt like mine.

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