*Illy'd been using his Jeep for work. He'd stolen Am's, cause fuck if he was letting her drive to headquarters, they wouldn't make it a block. He'd wanted to surprise his mate with something that was less of a damn hazard on the road, preferably something that enabled her to get the hell away from chasers when needed. Instead, he'd ended up staring at glossy advertisements for the latest and greatest shit, and realized that he had zero idea what she'd want. Heaving a sigh, he acknowledged that she'd likely be irritated if he bought her a damn car to begin with, as she demanded to be able to do her fair share in running the household. His smiled at the thought. She kept him fed, clothed, and horny. Wasn't anything else he could ask for, really, he was a simple man.*