“You don’t want to spend the night in a hotel?” Carrie asked, yawning as they drove into the night.
The windshield wipers had been wiping flecks of intermittent raindrops from the windshield for the last two hours.
“It doesn’t have to be the Hilton or anything fancy. But—oh, that’s right,” she remarked snidely. “I have no toothbrush, no clean underwear and no clean clothes.” Scowling, she pursed her lips as she bumped Don’s shoulder with her hand.
“I was planning on taking you shopping—everything new.” Carrie crinkled her brow. “If you were going to whisk me away,
you could have at least packed me some toiletries. Bad breath and dirty underwear are not very romantic.”
“Romantic, I’m trying to be just that. I’m trying to woo you into saying yes. I haven’t heard that yet.”
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