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“That helps,” I grin back at her, already iet back to ht not even get hoet a room across the street and fuck her silly until we both collapse from exhaustion

“What do you say we get out of here?” I whisper, throwing caution to the wind and wanting to turn hts from just now into a reality

“I’d say that’s a great idea,” she whispers right back atcock before finally taking her foot off froe tip and all, and then start walking across the restaurant dining-roo for us at the door—all these soulless journalists

“Maybe we should ask about using a service door,” I tell Fiona

“Nonsense,” she replies in a heartbeat, takingout of the restaurant with her chin held high I narrow ht flash of the ca through my shirt

“Danny--”

“Fiona--”

“How’s your night?”

“Enjoyed dinner?”

“Marriage?”

“Baby?”

Jesus fucking Christ, what’s wrong with these people? Take a fucking chill pill, everyone, I al

“Thank you, everyone,” Fiona chirpsa smile at the journalists as they surround us like a pack of blood hungry wolves Fuck, I just want to get out of here “We’re enjoying our night, yes, and --”

“Fiona, how’s it like to be credited for Manning’s success as a quarterback?” A gangly guy with greasy hair and horn-ri his voice above all others and shoving a recorder close to her face

“Oh, I think it’s all been a bit exaggerated, you know? Danny is his own s only to hiood spirits before a game”