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?”

night with it, Tim. I wanted us to take a long drive and get ice cream or something. I wanted it to be…special.”

Jake opened his arms.

“I’ll be careful, guys. You can have your date or whatever tomorrow.”

“You don’t take care of your own car, Jake,” I snapped.

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“It’s mine.”

I stared at him.

“That’s exactly my point.”

Jake’s smile tightened.continue reading …