“I still can’t believe you did this,” Aubrey muttered even as she sat behind the wheel of the SUV following the GPS’s instructions as she navigated New York traffic.
“We’ll stop by the DMV to get the license plates and tabs later,” Nicolas said. “But I did get these for you.”
“What’s that?” Aubrey glanced over as he pulled two cards out of his wallet.
“This is your key card for the garage. And this is a debit card tied to my account,” Nicolas said as he put them in the holder on the back of her cell phone case. “I added you as an authorized user.”
“What? Nick, I have my own debit cards,” Aubrey argued.
“I know but I feel better if you have this one. I don’t want you to debate about getting something or not because you’re not sure if you need it. I want you and Jamie to have everyt
