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That's why I got her an updated classic Chevrolet Silverado. In candy apple red, her favorite color.

As soon as we pull into the gates, I speed down the driveway, not giving a single fuck about veering off onto the grass.

“What the fuck, Shep!” Maverick shouts as I burst into laughter, all of us bouncing around as I swerve the car around the house, stopping right under Cove’s window.

“That's going to cost so much to fix,” Saint groans.

I can feel Maverick vibrating in anger behind me, but I don’t care.

Leaning forward, I look out the front window and lay on the horn.

It takes a few tries, but there she is. Cove pulls back the curtains and looks out the window.

The moment she sees the truck, her eyes widen.

Rolling the window down, I stick my head out and wave. “Hey, baby!”

Cove blinks a few times before disappearing out of view.

My smile drops, turning into a frown.

“She hates it,” I pout, sighing as I sit back in the truck. “Why does she hate it?”

“Maybe she thinks you’re a fucking dumbass for driving on the fucking grass?” Maverick barks. “Oh wait, that’s me!”

“Oh, relax, I didn’t do that much damage.” I look out the window and wince at the sight of chunks of grass lifted out of the ground. Okay, he has a point.

Any feelings of guilt leave me when I see Cove making her way around the corner of the house.

Grinning from ear to ear, I throw the door open and get out.

“What the hell is this?” she asks, pointing to the truck.

“It’s yours. Like it?”

Her eyes widen as she looks at me in shock. “Mine? You got this for me?”

“Of course,” I chuckle. “I know your truck has been giving you a hard time lately. And after that accident, it’s not safe to drive it. So, I thought, why not get you a new one?”

She crosses her arms over her chest, the previous angry look on her face fading away. That’s a good sign, right? She doesn’t hate it.

“It’s...” she starts, but then trails off.

The guys get out of the truck, and we step to the side, letting her see inside. “It’s brand new,” she states.

“Well, yeah.” I grin. “Only the best for my girl.” I wink.

“You got me a truck,” she says again, looking inside.

“It’s not a new model. I was going to get you a top-of-the-line brand, newest model, but I remembered you like the older ones better. I didn’t want to go too old, so this model is 2014. But it’s never been used, I made sure of it. I also had it inspected and any newer safety measures installed.

“You did all this... for me?”

My brows furrow. “Why do you keep sounding like you can’t believe I would? Cove, baby, we’d do anything for you. Anything.”

She licks her lips, eyes flicking from me to the truck, then back to me. And then she surprises the fuck out of me by launching herself into my arms. “Thank you,” she squeaks, burying her face in my neck.

I groan, wrapping my arms around her, my cock going stiff at her scent and the feeling of her body pressing against mine.