5/1/08

Lunch

Carson holds his grin. “Mm, but the adrenaline rush of racing the clock is so much fun.”

He pulls Misty even closer. “And I’ll have you know, I never blew you off…I simply chose laundry over you.”

Mischief glints in his eyes and he leans down to set his forehead against hers. “Lunch. Noon. I’ll drive.”

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