I stared at him like he wasn’t real. “How- how do you even know it’s my birthday? Or that I wanted this car?”

Instead of answering, he shrugged, his gaze cutting. “At least now you won’t need to climb on the back of Zayne’s bike again.”

My breath hitched. I flinched as his words sank in. “Have you been stalking me?”

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “Watching over is different from stalking.”

The salesman returned, beaming at me. “Your brother must love you very ...