"Wow! Who do you know who drives a Corvette?" Parker's newly developed baritone caught Laney by surprise as she finished loading the last few dishes into her apartment-sized dishwasher. Even after two years, the appliance was still her pride and joy - a luxury this little bungalow had never seen before she'd taken over the financial reins. It was a small step, but she hated doing dishes and she was proud to be able to fix up the place, little by little, all on her own.
"Nobody." She dried her hands and flipped on the machine before walking out to the living room to see what her nephew was talking about. She squinted into the setting sun at whatever was reflecting the red orb right into her window.
Damn, there was a shiny silver sports car in her driveway. Laney swallowed hard when the ca
