There's a second, equally stupid flutter brought on by the sound of the word girlfriend, and Chloe can only hope it doesn't show on her face in the dark.

"I mean, she's got... Mom senses. Sometimes just the way she looks at me makes me think she's gotta know."

Chloe's not dense. She understands that's not what Max is asking this time, too. Her fingers drum against the wheel again, fanning out and coming down one after the other. Tap-tap-tap-tap.

"But if you're asking if I told her, then no. Not yet."