« Am I ever going to drive it? »
Then gravel crunched behind us.
Jake’s sedan rolled into the driveway.
He climbed out and circled the crossover as if someone had delivered it for him.
« Finally, » he said. « My brother bought something with personality. »
« We bought it, » I corrected.
Jake ignored me and looked at Timothy.
« We bought it. »
« This is exactly what I need tonight. »
« For what? » Timothy asked.