My Husband Said His Mom Deserved the Front Seat More than Me – I Taught Him a Lesson

“Something like that.”

Stephanie looked pleased. “How sweet.”

“Before we go, there’s a surprise. In the garage. A white box. Can you both go grab it?”

I stepped forward and held out my hand. “Here, give me the keys. I’ll open the door for you when you’re back.”

Harry didn’t even question it. He tossed me the keys with a grin.

They walked toward the garage together, already chattering about what it might be.

And I slid into the driver’s seat.

The engine purred to life under my hands.

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