Chapter 129

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“Babe, how in love are you with the Corvair?”

“Excuse me?”

“I want a safe car for you and the baby, and the Corvair is pretty old.”

“What did you have in mind?” Whoever had owned it previously had taken pretty good care of it; it ran well and suited my needs, but once the baby came, we’d need something bigger, something with airbags and factory installed seatbelts, and with a roomy trunk for groceries instead of the engine.

“I was thinking of buying the Dodge and giving it to you.”

“Me?” Getting behind the wheel of Wills’s car, controlling that powerful engine…It scared me spitless. But he had a point. The Corvair was almost forty years old, and it had close to four hundred thousand miles on it. “But what about you?”

“I’m in line to get a new car at work, so I’ll still have a Dodge to drive.”

“I will miss the Corvair,” I said wistfully.