‘Sometimes I feel like saying, 'Lord I just don't care', but you've got the love I need to see me through.’ said Parker's text to me. ‘But my family has gone away again for a week. Heaton's here, but he knows about us, so yeah, where can I pick you up?’
I grinned at my mobile. ‘Town center.’
‘Give me one minute. Wait for the black 4x4.’ he replied in an instant.
‘Oh, a posh car.’ I replied. By the time I'd finished typing, though, the promised car had pulled up in front of me.
Parker smiled as I slid into the car, sitting in the cushiony leather passenger seat. "Damn, your cars just get better. Next time you pick me up, I'm expecting a limo." I said.
He chuckled. "My dear, then, the next time I pick you up will be for prom."
"We can't be seen together at prom!" I pointed out.
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