C38 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