Joe took the turn slowly. He mainly used his left hand to make the left-handed turn. His right hand was currently and irrevocably preoccupied, locked in gear with Foxy’s left hand.
After thanking the bewildered farm couple whose gazes were fixed on Joe and Foxy’s joined hands, the newly minted soulmates had made their way out of the house and to Joe’s towed car in the drive. Joe had held onto Foxy’s hand down the stairs, out the front door, and to the passenger seat. He reluctantly released her hand to climb into the driver’s side, then he scooped her fingers back into his and reclaimed his woman. He wasn’t looking forward to putting the car in park as they pulled up to the state foster home, but it had to be done.
Turning off the ignition, Joe bent his head and pressed a kiss to each of
