Trace raised his eyebrows.
“What kind of car do you drive?”
Trace laughed and stood up. “Come with me.” He held out his hand, and she followed him past the kitchen and powder room, through the laundry room to a door. He opened the door and nodded for her to take a look.
Margo stuck her head into the garage and burst out laughing. “Of course.” She fell into his open arms. “I love you.”