Van
Julia's smile shone through the window of my truck as I closed the door behind her and walked around to the driver's side. Despite the cold air and waning sunlight, Ashland was alive with people and cars. The courthouse parking lot was still relatively full. A man who worked at the coffee shop waved as he got into his car. Before I was barely seated, Julia leaned across the seat, kissing my cheek.
“We made it," she said as the engine roared to life.
“We did." We'd made it in time to the courthouse. There was little doubt I could have gotten us an exemption, and with the logjam of work I left behind, I should have insisted we wait until next week. But after listening to the voicemail Phillip left Connie, Julia's arrival to my office door was the distraction I couldn't resist.
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