Secrets In Her Passenger Seat

Summary

The day my best friend Naomi bought her new car, she made me download the app and sync the digital key right away.

"Take it whenever you need," she’d told me with a wink. "Just don’t let any guys sit in the passenger seat."

I had teased her, asking if shotgun was reserved exclusively for her elusive lover. "Ten years of friendship, and I still can’t compete with the phantom boyfriend you’ve been hiding for three years."

Then came the night of our formal engagement dinner—the one where our parents were finally flying in to celebrate.