She glances out the restaurant window at the SUV parked in the lot. “You want to give me a car?”
“A loan.” I shrug. “Until you get back on your feet and can get your own. No big deal.”
“No big deal,” she scoffs. “Absolutely not. I won’t borrow an entire SUV.”
“A smaller car perhaps? That can be arranged.”
She gawks at me, and I sigh.
“Grace, it’s nothing. Really. It’s not like I went out and bought it just for you. It was parked in my garage, gathering dust. I thought the SUV was the best choice. It’s... safer than some of the other vehicles I have.”
I won’t give her one of my faster sports without knowing if she can handle one. I look away from her, hoping she doesn’t read too much into my concern for her safety.
“How many cars do you have?”
“That’s beside the point. Take the car, Grace. You know you need it.”
She gives me one of those cute, irritated looks and her shoulders sag. “Fine.”
“Great. Now can we finally get to eating?”
“Yes,” she replies grudgingly.