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    She Drove Away With My Heart Ch 21

    I covered her hand with my own, slipping my fingers between hers. ”I do remember one thing.” I offered a smile that I hoped conveyed how sorry I was.

    Bo came to a stop at the corner before looking me in the eye.

    There was an undercurrent of sadness mixed in her loving gaze that made my heart squeeze tight in my chest. It was hard to see her like that, especially being my fault. That would end right now. I only ever wanted her to look at me with joy and excitement. ”I remember that I threw up on the dance floor.”

    Bo smiled softly and looked down at our hands.

    ”And I know that I hurt you. I can’t exactly recall how or anything up to getting to your room, but I very clearly remember our conversation.” I squeezed her hand as her eyes returned to mine. The usual sparkle that I was accustomed too started pushing the sadness aside as her smile grew.

    ”So we’re good?” We seemed fine this morning, but after the last few minutes, I wanted to be sure.

    ”Yeah, we’re good.” She pulled our joined hands to her lips and laid a gentle kiss on the back of mine.

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    As I climbed out of the shower the doorbell rang. We were picking my mom up in an hour and I hadn’t gotten any other messages, so I had no idea who it could be.

    ”I got it,” Bo called out.

    A sinking feeling in my stomach hit me out of the blue and it wasn’t the remnants of alcohol. This was more like a ”something bad” was going to happen. Curiosity got the best of me. I quickly dried my feet and hurried to the bedroom door to listen in while I finished toweling off.

    ”Hey Bo. Is Lauren here? I brought her clutch from last night.”

    ”Hi Mandy, yeah she is. Come on in.” Bo was pleasant, but I recognized the undertones of her controlled agitation.

    Shit! Bo’s comment about kicking Mandy’s ass suddenly rang loud in my mind. The towel became an after thought as I rushed to grab clothes and get back to the door. I wanted to rush out there, grab my purse and shoo Mandy away, but I knew better. Last night would simmer in Bo and become an explosion waiting to happen. Maybe it was best to deal now. I’d just get dressed in case I needed to intervene.

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