A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [39]
“Okay, but I think you’d be a lot happier without that train.” He scooted in next to her.
“That’s how much you know.” She glared at him.
He glared back for about a second. Then he started to laugh. “It’s about time!”
“For what?”
“Our first fight! Now we have to kiss and make up.” He reached for her.
“You can kiss later!” Mario put the taxi in gear. “After the minister says so!”
But it was too late. Zach had already settled his mouth over Hannah’s, and she was lost to the world. Vaguely she realized the taxi had started to move.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today… The minister’s words spilled out of the speaker mounted on the roof of the taxi, but Hannah didn’t want to stop kissing Zach, the man she loved more than life itself. That didn’t mean she’d let him win all the arguments, but making up was turning out to be excellent.
Zach was right about the fighting. There hadn’t been any. They’d been too busy loving each other and settling into their new lives and new jobs—Hannah with her new position as assistant editor and Zach with the investment counseling business he’d started on his own.
Suddenly Mario swerved, throwing Hannah off balance and ending the kiss.
“Hey, Mario, watch it!” Zach said. “We could break a tooth!”
“Had to do something,” Mario said. “We’re getting to the part where you have to say stuff. Now, pay attention, kids. This is important.”
And so they did pay attention. Holding hands, they repeated the vows into the microphone the minister handed back to them, vows that floated out over the streets of New York. Traffic was light this early on a Sunday morning, but the few drivers and pedestrians they encountered shouted and whistled their approval of the ceremony.
You may kiss the bride, the minister said into the microphone. Again.
As horns blared from the procession of cars following the taxi, Zach gazed into Hannah’s eyes. “I love you so much.”
Her throat felt tight as her heart filled with enough joy to make her cry. “I love you, too.”
As they kissed, Mario pulled over to the curb beside the grassy area set up for the reception. Zach and Hannah seemed in no hurry to stop kissing, but Mario didn’t mind. He had a little chore to take care of before he locked up the cab, anyway.
He turned to the minister. “Could you open the glove compartment for me? I need to get something out of there.”
“Sure.” The minister popped it open.
“If you’ll hand me that picture right on top and the tape next to it, I’d be much obliged.”
“Ah.” The minister looked at the picture. “It’s them. The picture’s really blue, though.”
“I thought so, too, but this is the one they want, so I’m going with it.” Mario pulled off some tape and positioned the picture in a prime location on his dash.
“So you brought all these couples together?” the minister asked.
“Yep.” Mario finished taping Zach and Hannah to the dash. “And I’m proud to say that my percentage just went up!”
DRIVEN TO DISTRACTION
Julie Elizabeth Leto
CHAPTER ONE
ORDINARILY, RACHEL MARLOWE wouldn’t have minded a little vibrating action while naked in her bed, luxuriating beneath her silk sheets, sated from the second explosive orgasm of the night. Ordinarily, she would have snuggled deeper beneath her comforter and allowed sweet exhaustion to lure her into dreamless sleep.
Ordinarily.
But damn it, over the past four months, making love to Roman Brach had elevated her ordinary, everyday, work-for-a-living existence into an intriguing, captivating adventure. To achieve this level of excitement, she usually had to stuff her duffel with a week’s worth of whatever and catch the next cheap flight to another continent. Her whirlwind, spontaneous one-woman excursions had, not too long ago, been her only means of finding balance in her life—excitement to offset the boring; magnificence to alleviate the mundane.
Until Roman, who thanks to his vibrating pager, was now rolling out of bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Rachel silenced him with a soft palm over his generous lips.
“If you say ‘duty calls’ I might