“She looked to where the taxi line was three rows deep. Her stomach dropped. “We’ll never make it if we have to wait that long.” “Gimme a sec to see what I have to work with,” he said as he scanned the area while Alyssa tried like hell not to tug on his sleeve like an impatient child. “Bingo.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her toward an old pink Cadillac convertible the length of a yacht. An Elvis impersonator, who was just as much a “late model” as the car, wearing a white jumpsuit bedaz...zled to the gills that stretched uncomfortably over his ample belly sat behind the wheel. A Marilyn Monroe in her iconic white halter dress opened the passenger door just as Alyssa and Trent practically barreled into the side of the car. The couple’s initial surprise turned to elation as they granted Trent with the kind of enthusiastic handshake and hug a long-lost friend received. Trent made quickie introductions.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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