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Leah

Fort Worth

It was the boobs It was always the boobs

They weren't like the-plane's-going-down-eh that Leah Camacho was used to idiots who never looked her in the eyes trying to buy the girls drinks—or, in this case, upgrade her compact rental to a luxury Aston Martin DB9

"You're the one hundredth custouy behind the car rental counter said "It's totally legit"

Leah looked around The place was e anything about a luxury upgrade contest Sarah—according to the guy's nagy blonde hair, and the company shirt he as about three sizes too s the stretch across his broad chest Her bullshit lanced out the front door, ready to walk back out into the July Fort Worth heat—it wasn't a dry heat or a humid heat it was just an oppressive, thank-God-so face-of-the-sun kind of heat—and Uber her way to another car rental place when the black sports car parked outside snagged her attention

It was all sleek lines and badass beauty She'd make the three-hour trip from Fort Worth to Catfish Creek in half the time Of course, that may not be a plus It's not like she was all that excited to return to her sh school reunion If it wasn't for the opportunity to see the cute cheerleaders who'dlike life had bitch slapped thenored the invite Petty? Absolutely However, anyone who said that wasn't at least part of their reasoning for attending a high school reunion when high school had been one of Dante's lower levels of hell was a big, fat liar Anyway, there was no denying that this car would make a helluva better impression than a silver compact with zero pickup and a tinny horn Plus, her best friend Gray would go ape shit Aand whisper sweet nothings into its intake manifold

Decision made, Leah turned back to the man behind the counter who had developed a slick sheen of sweat on his forehead Boyfriend here was nervous

"And what do you want fro "Sarah?"

He shoved the printed contract across the counter to her along with a pen "Just your signature"

"Same price?"

He nodded and pushed the paperwork another two inches toward her

What the hell? If her boobs were gonna give her a backache and ruin her for strapless dresses unless she wore the et so She picked up the pen and signed

Three minutes later her suitcase was in the tiny trunk, her purse on the passenger seat and she was behind the wheel, the rental contract still in her hand Reaching across the dashboard, she popped open the glove box and pushed the paperwork inside One corner didn't slide in easily She patted her hand around inside and pulled out a s with a cartoon unicorn stitched onto it Sos holding it closed and spilled out the contents into her palht or kid’s toy, she couldn't tell Obviously, the last people who rented the Aston Martin before her had forgotten it No doubt, some poor kid was seriously bummed out

She turned the key in the ignition Then, she pictured a little kid with her eyes all puffy frootten the kid's prized possession Da let down by the people around you—no one knew that better than Leah There was no way she could hit the road with soine

Sighing, she got out of the car to turn in the bag so the rental people could contact the previous renters, but the building had gone dark The open for business sign had been changed to Out For Lunch Back At with the little clock on the sign reading eleven thirty

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