Parker froze for a second, staring at the sleek cars lined up like they belonged to some billionaire action star and not him. For a moment, it felt like stepping into someone else's life, someone he hadn't quite become yet.
"You getting sentimental again?"
The voice behind him cut through his thoughts like a sharp blade. He turned to see Tessa leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in playful judgment.
"Yeah, maybe," he admitted with a smirk, exhaling a slow breath. "Can't really help it. But you'd get it."
"I wouldn't bet on that," she shot back, her tone dry but light.
Parker raised an eyebrow, curious but too lazy to press further. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of sleek key fobs, their glossy finish catching the light.
Three fobs, each matching the bold colors of his McLarens.
