Changing Lanes (The Lone Stars book 3)
“A white Formula One jumpsuit with a red stripe down both sides and driver booties to be precise. To give him credit, he’d wrapped them all in a huge box complete with big red bow and left it on her desk. The card on top said that he’d pick her up out front at six.
She checked her wristwatch. It was five minutes to six now. She slammed the door to her office shut, and quickly changed clothes. She pulled on the booties and finally figured out how to tie them. For clothing that was completely fire proof, it was surprisingly light and comfortable. She hit the stairs running and made it out the front door and into the parking lot at five after six.
Devon leaned against the Mustang, arms crossed, and grinning. He was wearing a matching red jumpsuit with a white stripe down the sides.
“Sorry, I’m late.” She pulled at the elastic at her waist. “Not what I was expecting.”
“But cool right?” He tossed her the keys. “You drive. It will get you warmed up for our date.”
“I take it we’re not going t...o the symphony.”MoreLess
She checked her wristwatch. It was five minutes to six now. She slammed the door to her office shut, and quickly changed clothes. She pulled on the booties and finally figured out how to tie them. For clothing that was completely fire proof, it was surprisingly light and comfortable. She hit the stairs running and made it out the front door and into the parking lot at five after six.
Devon leaned against the Mustang, arms crossed, and grinning. He was wearing a matching red jumpsuit with a white stripe down the sides.
“Sorry, I’m late.” She pulled at the elastic at her waist. “Not what I was expecting.”
“But cool right?” He tossed her the keys. “You drive. It will get you warmed up for our date.”
“I take it we’re not going t...o the symphony.”MoreLess
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