My brother-in-law borrowed my brand-new crossover, trashed it like a garbage bin, and refused to cover the detailing costs—then had the nerve to call me that night, yelling, “How dare you?”

hood. “We cleaned most of it.”

“Most of it?”

The red stain was still wet. Mud and crushed food covered nearly every surface.

Jake shrugged. “Someone spilled a drink.”

“Who?”

“One of the guys.”

“You promised no food or drinks.”

“I promised nobody else would drive.”

“You promised both.”

“Plans changed, Elle. We were having fun.”

I pressed two fingers to the stain.continue reading …