Callan was sprawled in the front passenger seat.
He fingered the smooth leather under him. ‘When did you get a new Mercedes GLE?’
‘I didn’t. It’s a gift from Avery.’ Darya handled the car with one hand on the steering wheel.
The roomy SUV was a present from her brother when she reported for work at Paragon on the first day.
‘I could’ve gotten you a better car,’ Callan said jealously.
The three brothers often competed for the number one spot in their baby sister’s heart.
‘I know.’ Darya smiled. ‘I saw your garage.’
After he turned eighteen, Callan bought a house not far from the family residence, though he still spent most of his time with his family.
His two-storey house was mostly used for storage—cars, jewellery, clothes, and musical equipment.
‘I brought you
