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?”

as if someone had delivered it for him.

“Finally,” he said. “My brother bought something with personality.”

“We bought it,” I corrected.

Jake ignored me and looked at Timothy.

“This is exactly what I need tonight.”

“For what?” Timothy asked.

“There’s a party. Can I borrow it?”

“No,” I said. “Tim, it’s brand new.”

Jake’s hand stopped on the hood.

“What?”

“We continue reading …