Seventeen years later...
"He's not driving it."
"Nolan, we talked about this." Caroline grabs her camera off the kitchen counter and stands there waiting.
"I'll drive it and drop them off."
She rolls her eyes at me like I'm being ridiculous, but I'm worried about our son Sam taking the Mustang to prom.
"It was his grandfather's car—the man he's named after. He's driving it, and everything is going to be okay."
I let out a breath and cross my arms over my chest. There's no way I'm talking her out of this and what Caroline says goes. Mostly because she's right and not that I'm a pushover. I'd give my woman every damn thing she wanted but that won't stop me from worrying.
"You had a talk with him about...you know?"
Caroline rolls her eyes and comes over to stand in front of me. "Yes,
