Bobby Wayne couldn’t believe she was freakin’ here. And bulldozing her way past him. “Hey! You just cain’t walk into my house!” But sure enough, Bobby Wayne, Lauren, and her damnable suitcase, which was banging off his bum knee, were headed into the doorway three wide. And not only that, she – and her suitcase - beat him by a tenth of a second, giving him a lousy third-place finish. She spun around. “Our house, Bobby Wayne. If it’s our dough-wahr,” she dissed his accent. “It’s our house.” She pushed by him when he tried to block her. There was a time when she couldn’t get close enough to him. When their bodies came together like a red-hot, bang-the-fenders, full-out race to the finish. “Oh, my god! Oh my god!” She was running around the grand entryway like a hyped-up hamster in a hamster ball. “Ohmygod!” “It’s not that bad.” It was awful, but Bobby Wayne wasn’t in a mood to be agreeable. “Oh my god!” Lauren pushed her hand up into her lush mop of dark brown hair.
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