"Emmett, give me the car keys."I'm heading to the next city to meet this girl I got set up with. She's loaded, worth millions. I can't exactly show up looking broke."Trent Harlow walked in, dropped onto the couch, and held out his hand.I looked at the Porsche key sitting on the coffee table. I had picked the car up just last week and had barely driven it myself."Trent, I haven't even broken it in yet. Why don't you take the Audi instead?" I kept my voice even."The Audi? You want me to show up to a date in that piece of junk?"Trent shot to his feet, his expression souring instantly. "Emmett, we grew up together. We're brothers and yet you're hemming and hawing over a car? What, you think I'm gonna wreck it?"My wife, Camille, came out of the bedroom in a silk camisole, still halfway through her makeup. She rolled her eyes at me."Emmett, it's bad enough you're cheap about everything else. Trent is your best friend."He's about to land himself a wife, and instead of helpin
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