Bab 38: Livia

Chase pulls into his driveway and turns off my car. "Here are your keys, Grandma."

I giggle. He’s referring to how cautiously I drove when I was behind the wheel. "That’s why I let you drive this time. I couldn’t take you watching my every move."

"I wasn’t watching your every move," he says, but he can’t look at me because he knows he’s lying.

"‘The speed limit’s forty-five here. You can move a little faster,’" I say in my best Chase impression. "You wouldn’t have told me that if you hadn’t known I was only going forty-three. You were totally watching the speedometer."

"I was being helpful." His grin is wide, and I know my own smile matches his.

I shift to face him, pulling my knees up under me in the passenger seat. "I knew the speed limit. Officer."

"Then why weren’t you going faster?"