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“Huh?” Oh, yeah. “Baby, isn’t a yellow belt like, the second worst one? Right after the one that comes with the uniform?”

She crosses her arms and harrumphs. “Didyouever have a yellow belt?”

“No,” I chuckle. “And, it has to be said, because…it’s funny as fuck, but I have no idea how to ‘canoodle,’ nor do I know what a ‘chippie’ is, so no worries on either of those.”

“Okay then,” she bobs her head, satisfied with the win. “Now, mind telling me why we’ve been parked in front of this bank for so long?”

I undo my seatbelt and reach for my door handle. “I need to run in real fast and take care of something. Will you be all right waiting out here for a minute?”

“Psshh, will I be all right?Yellow belt,remember? Will you leave the keys though, so I can listen to the radio?”

I toss them to her and take a minute to really look at her. Bellamy Morgan is quite simply the most extraordinary, seriously fucking adorable person I’ve ever encountered. And soon, little things like having a car and nice apartment won’t be “treats.” They’ll be her norm.

“Lock the doors,Karate Kid.” And I wait until she does to walk away.

 

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