Unfortunately, the world as she knew it wouldn’t allow such a pleasure. Within only a few minutes of her limited splendor, her bathroom door flew open to a man she didn’t expect for another hour or so. “You took my car!” Devlin Finley her lover—ex-lover—shrieked. “Correction. My car. I took my car.” She revised calmly as she played with bubbles in her hand. “I bought it. It’s mine.” “I was in the middle of dinner when my car was towed right in front of the restaurant.” He continued as if she hadn’t said anything. “When I went to dispute it with the police they said that it was stolen and that I was wanted for questioning. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is?” Although he was attractive with his cute little Irish accent, he was dumb as a box of nails. She knew she shouldn’t have dated a model they’re really only good to look at and nothing more. “Of course it was, you idiot. That was the point.”
