“I love being with you, Stephen,” she said, slurring her words.
Frannie bolted upright when they pulled into the motel parking lot. “What are we doing here, Stephen? We can’t go to a motel.”
“Of course, we can Frannie. It’s just a quiet room where we can talk with no one to interrupt. Our room is in the back so no one will even see our car. No worries. It’s cool.”
Frannie nodded, still unsure, but impressed that he’d gone to such trouble to ensure that they could have some uninterrupted time together. She had to admit that comfy chairs would be better than the Mustang.
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