26
Sam
“You drive a Tesla?” I asked with a shake of my head.
“Yeah, I own a f*****g Tesla!” Gavin cried.
“You work for Dorset & King.”
“And?”
“It’s an oil company,” I reminded him, running a hand down the slick navy body of the car.
“Yeah. Just because my family owns an oil company doesn’t mean that I don’t care about the environment.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “That literally makes zero sense.”
Gavin just shrugged and popped open the driver’s side of the car. “Do you want a ride to the Hamptons or not, dude?”
“I’d like to drive to the Hamptons. This thing is beautiful.”
“Yeah. No can do,” he said with a laugh. He held his arm out wide. “Ladies, after you.”
Lark and Whitley left their suitcases by the trunk and then slipped into the backseat, giggling like schoolgirls. Gavin and I
