Page 89 of Falcon

“Mmm hmm. Absolutely. Yes.”

“Then we are on the same page.” I drop a quick peck of a kiss to her lips. “In you go.”

She blinks at me once, twice then slips into the car. “You’re not nice, Falcon. Not at all.”

“Leaving you frustrated is fun. It makes the idea of later even better.” I close the door once she’s settled, then walk around the take my place behind the wheel.

She shifts around in her seat a bit. “The leather in here is so soft.”

“It is. I wanted it to be comfortable and classic.” We pull our seat belts into place. “There’s a hat in the glove compartment if you want it.”

She leans forward and opens the compartment, pulling out a black hat that has my logo across the front. She looks at it for a minute then pulls it onto her head.

“So official.”

“I must say; you look fucking good in my hat.” I fire up the engine, letting it roar loudly in the garage before shifting into gear and heading out.

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