Jeffery’s silver pickup pulled into the driveway at the house he liked to call his. That was before he made the biggest blunder of his life, however. He stared at the snazzy sports car parked in front of the house and an ominous feeling came over him.
“Who’s car is that?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“Don’t know. Never saw it before, but foggy windows makes me think it’s Jasmine in there with Troy,” Stevie said smirking. “They like making out.”
Jeff ground his teeth together. “Do they do that often?” he asked, albeit calmly.
