Chapter 9. A Mouthful or a Handful

Maverick POV

We arrived at the car dealer. Of course, everyone knew him.

“Mr. Winston, we have something new that you might like,” said the man with a broad smile.

“Not for me.” Lake didn’t let go of my hand. “For my wife.”

My face flamed. Shit. I should get used to it.

“Wife?” Even the dealer looked surprised. Now, I just became the person I loathed. “Congratulations.”

“Maverick, pick a car so that we can eat.” Just like that— it was like shopping for a toy car or going to a grocery store to buy a carton of milk.

“You know what, pick one for me.”

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s your car. You choose the brand, engine, and color.”

“Okay.” I took him to the cheapest cars on display. Fifty grand wasn’t even affordable, but that was the only cheapest car I could see. “How about this one?”

“We have three colors available: black, red, and gray. That’s the latest model with 453 horsepower, 406 lb-ft of torque—”