We slept in the next morning and enjoyed breakfast in bed before checking out of the hotel. Jay tossed his car keys to me as we headed down to the valet.
“You don’t want to drive?”
“Not really. Besides, you know the way to your parents’ house better than I do.”
I enjoyed driving Jay’s Mercedes. Sure, I loved my old, reliable Jetta, but being behind the wheel of the Mercedes was seductive in a way the Volkswagen just wasn’t. Jay was always bugging me to get a new car, but I didn’t see the point of spending money on a car I barely drove. Sometimes I drove to work and used my car to run errands on the weekends, but I mostly walked or took public transit when I wanted to go somewhere in the city. Besides, my Jetta (that was going on thirteen years), was still in great shape. Granted, it was
