Rye
RyeFirst thing that morning, I"d rented a little Maserati. If I was going to stay in the city—and I sure wasn"t about to walk away from Lauren now—I needed wheels. Nice ones. Wheels that said, f**k all you Washington assholes, I"m a baller too. Hence the black Maserati with the convertible top.
We took Gonzo back to the Colonial, then lowered the top and sped along the buzzing arteries of the capital. I felt like a king with Lauren by my side. She"d changed into a sleeveless top the color of merlot. She"d twisted her hair into a casual knot, but the wind kept whipping loose strands every which way. Finally I handed her one of my bandannas and she tied it around her head, knotting it in the back.
She was so stunningly beautiful I could barely keep my eyes off her. "How did you grow u
