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Mom, seriously, you were a saint

Withbehind e claim area and toward the taxi line

Norht so last minute and there’s apparently so on in don Tampa, there were no rentals available

Hopefully, though, I’ll be able to arrange so tomorrow Or else, I’ll have to cruise around in my dad’s Porsche while I’m here

Not such a terrible fate forhi his late-life-crisis Porsche won’t be ideal

Once I h the automatic doors, I spot the taxi line and count only three people in front of me Not too bad

While I stand in line, I pull h work eht from New York to Taed to accuional plane didn’t offer Wi-Fi, I had to settle for working on my end-of-quarter reports

On a sigh, I run in the task of sifting through what’s priority and what’s not

Five eets smaller by one person

Another ten eain

By the time I reach the front, I slide my phone intoht in front of me, but just as I lift my duffel up and over ht red careens past me

“Oh, thank you so much!” a feotten out of the driver’s side to assist with bags

But he shouldn’t be helping with her bags

He should be helping with s

What the fuck?

“Uh, excuse h to catch her attention

She looks up fro, wavy red hair fans down her shoulders, and a few rogue curls hang over her face Bright-blue eyes oddamn

S her nose, she’s…stunning The kind of woeous face and the way her long legs look beneath her cutoff jean shorts, this woirl next door, but with secrets

Dirty fucking secrets

“Were you talking toher head to the side when I don’t answer right away

Shit Get it together

Those blue eyes of hers are still locked withthem in confusion

“Uh…yeah…actually,” I say, clearing lance between the taxi and the taxi line “You’re kind of stealing my taxi”

“I am?”

I smirk “Yeah”