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    She Drove Away With My Heart Ch 22

    We fit perfectly and as every new day passed it sank in more and more that I had finally found someone that meant more to me than cars. I never believed it to be possible, yet here she was and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I asked her to be my wife. I may have had my reasons for waiting, but didn’t want to waste another minute with Bo. Much like everything else in my life, as soon as I knew what I wanted, I went after it whole-heartedly and it seemed I knew from the start that Bo was what I wanted. For the rest of my life.

    ”Hey whats on your mind,” she asked, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing into my back.

    God she felt so good. I folded back into her in an instant, melting into her arms as I always did. ”Wondering who won our little challenge.” I spun in her arms and smirked, loving the playful grin I got in return.

    ”Let’s find out then.” She relinquished her hold and reached into her clutch. Out came a sealed envelope, which she held it out to me. ”Would you care to do the honors my love?”

    I shook my head. ”All yours my love.” We were both alpha females. Winning was all we knew, but only one would be the victor today.

    She nibbled her bottom for a moment before smiling and tearing it open. Inside was two slips. ”Lauren, you raised forty thousand six hundred dollars. Very nice.”

    ”Thank you,” I said with a curtsy.

    ”And now,” she waved the second slip, ”I raised…” her eyebrows rose up and then her eyes met mine. ”Forty thousand eight hundred and fifty dollars.” Her smile grew leaps and bounds. ”Looks like I get whatever I want.”

    ”I guess so. Seems I should have let Mr. Schenkle grab my ass a little longer.”

    ”What?” Her arms fell at her sides and an appalled look took over where joy was a second earlier. ”Did he?”

    ”I was just kidding Bo.”

    ”Good.” She pulled me in tight, peppering light kisses across my shoulder. ”Because,” she mumbled, ”I didn’t want to have to kick an old man’s ass. I’m trying to turn over a new leaf.”

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