Phei straightened, deciding apparently that counterattack was the only remaining path of survival.
"Look around you," he said, gesturing with one hand. "I am doing exactly what makes young blood boil."
Maddie's brows rose. "Oh?"
"Women," Phei said proudly. "Money. And c—"
"Uh-huh," Delilah cut in sharply, lifting a finger before the forbidden word could escape into the car and become everyone's problem. "Do not say cars."
Phei stared at her. "Why not?"
"Because you do not have one yet."
Silence.
Then the women began laughing again.
Phei pointed downward. "We are literally sitting in my car."
Every woman in the limousine looked at him in silence.
Not angry silence or even confused silence.
The far worse kind:
Rich-woman silence.
Phei held their gazes for a few seconds before sighing. "Fine. It is Grandma's car, but—"
The laughter exploded before he could finish.
Victoria covered her mouth, though not enough to hide her smile. "Oh, that sounded so funny."
