"Yup." My latest toy is a black Ford F-150 pickup truck with a fourteen-inch lift kit, forty-inch tires, and skulls airbrushed down the sides. "A monster truck? Is this legal to be on the street?" She peers up at the truck, her head barely reaching the door. I take her bag from her hand and throw it in the back of the truck. We asked the concierge to have the wedding gown boxed and shipped to my condo because it's too big and ruffly to cart around. "Of course it is," I reply, opening the passenger door for her. "Get in, milady." She stares up at the inside of the truck and then back at me. "Talon. I can't even get my leg up there. How am I supposed to get in?" Well, shit, she's right. Her legs are too short to reach the doorframe. I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and lift her up into the seat effortlessly. "I'll get running boards and a step, baby. Simple fix." I run around the front of the truck and climb in behind the wheel. "Or I'll just drive the Beemer when you're with me.
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