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Parked in the driveas the Blue Bo 0 "Yes!" I yelled out, al to put my rental car into park I slid out from behind the seat belt and danced to the Bel Air, which looked like it was ready to fly Top down, chro from the rearview mirror? Fuzzy dice Yes!

I ranpaint It was decently waxed and buffed to a picture-perfect shine, and I bent down to ad awesome," I breathed, then heard the crunch of footsteps behind , to see brown loafers Brown chinos Blue-and-green plaid shirt, green knit tie Tweed jacket Hands in pockets Straight, even teeth behind a s them up a perfectly healed nose Warm brown eyes Neatly parted wavy brown hair

"Hiya, Clark," I said, slowly straightening and turning to lean against s, as it often did, and slowly rise up led the way this one did, but he had it down to an art for no curve unseen Did I arch aze finally made it to my chest? Of course I did And was rewarded with a nostril flare, the equivalent of a facial boner

When his eyes finally rin deepened "Vivian," he breathed, in that warrin faltered with shyness "I trust you had a good flight?"

It was okay; I wasn’t really ready to be face-to-face with Nighttiht

"Seriously? You want to talk aboutwhen he iain

"Uulped, and I decided to take it easy on hirinned and patted the car "Let’s take this baby out for a spin"

His face flashed soratitude, which was quickly hed out loud, which earned me an "impossible woman," but said with a touch more fondness than usual

I slid in behind the wheel, he took shotgun, and we drove that beauty straight up the coast

We drove for an hour, passing Fort Bragg and beyond The coastline was even h to add an extra thrill to the day The ribbon of blacktop cut a winding trail along the cliffs, the Pacific crashing on our left, the ht

And between aled me with stories of the pioneers who first settled this coast, the goldriches, the towns that rose around a lucky vein and then expired just as quickly when the gold ran out The pirates that navigated these waters, pillaging and plundering Oh yes, the plundering

And in between the stories, we tuned in the local oldies station and gave the Bel Air what it deserved: doo-wop Raood ood, it was easy, it was fun The car was slick, speedy when the road was straight, and a smooth, easy boat on the curves A total bubble of awesome And we rode around in that bubble all afternoon, me and my Bel Air, my librarian, and my shoop shoop

The librarian

Yes, that’s what I said The librarian