Page 97 of Dirty Reads

You’re serious?

I swallowed hard. “You’re serious.”

He tossed me the key.

I pressed the button on the key fob. The lights flashed. I pressed it again. They flashed again.

“Dick?”

He walked around the edge of the car and gave me a kiss. “I love you. Enjoy it.”

My eyes welled with tears. “It’s really…”

“It sure is.”

“Dick it’s…”

“It’s yours. It’s already paid for, so no arguing.”

He must have sold the diamond. I shook my head. “I love you too.”

“You’re driving to lunch,” he said. “Let’s go.”

I looked around. We were surrounded by glass. “How do we get out of here.”

“If you want to take the bow off, I’ll open up the south wall,” the salesman said.

My heart was racing. I helped Dick remove the bow, put it in the trunk, and got inside. After a quick adjustment of the seat, I gripped the steering wheel and looked around the interior.

“It’s just like the Ferrari. Double clutch manual with no pedal. Just paddle shifters.”

“Holy shit!” I said. “That’s awesome. Dick, it’s perfect.”

“Where are we going for lunch?” he asked.

“I’ve got an idea,” I said.

“Where?” he asked.

“You’ll see.”