We walked through the airport hand in hand, my heart raced with the thoughts of what’s coming when we get back to his place.
“I decided to have a car dropped off instead of rent one. It will get us home quicker,” Raul pulled my hand as he speed-walked through the parking lot.
“How many cars do you have?” I’ve only ever seen him drive the BMV.
“I have the BMV, an Escalade, and thunderbird that is being restored,” he stopped in front of a silver escalade and inserted a code into the door.
I climbed into the passenger seat, not an easy feat in heels as it sat up off the ground a lot. Raul insisted I wear a dress and high heels home. I obliged.
“It’s roomy in here,” I looked around at the dark leather interior.
“Yes, it is. We’ll take this up to the Resort when we go. The TV’s keep
