"Why? Isn't every seat the same?"
Nelson looked genuinely confused.
The last time they went to the Thompsons' for Serena's birthday dinner, Claire sat in the back on purpose, treating him like a chauffeur. Now she was insisting on riding up front?
Claire gave him a peculiar look. "Seriously, Mr. Cooper? You don't get it?"
Nelson frowned, brows drawing low. "What exactly am I supposed to get?"
If it were just about kicking Serena out, he could somewhat understand. What Serena did last time at the Thompsons' was way out of line. Claire still hadn't cooled down from that, so telling her to get lost actually made sense.
But this insistence on the front seat? That, he couldn't wrap his head around.
Ethan chimed in, "Mr. Cooper, the front seat's where the girlfriend sits.
