Lily sat happily in the backseat of Jamie's four-door sedan—a real mom's car, as Jamie liked to call it with a mix of pride and sarcasm. Crumbs from snacks past lined the cupholders, and a faint scent of apple juice lingered in the air. It wasn't glamorous, but it got her to where she wanted to go, so she never complained.
Ethan was in the passenger seat, brow furrowed, tapping repeatedly at the car's outdated touchscreen with growing annoyance. "This thing is becoming impossible," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration as he tried—yet again—to connect his phone to the car's Bluetooth.
Jamie giggled softly, stealing a glance at him out of the corner of her eye. Seeing Ethan Cross, the intimidating, leather-wrapped biker, completely out of his element in a mom-mobile made her heart
