"Nope," Lauren chirped, handing him his change. "But, Bella marches to her own drummer. We love her for it."
Edward took his change, leaving some money for Lauren, but handing the rest to Bella as a tip. She took his hand, dragging him out of the bar. He followed like a dutiful puppy, becoming turned around in the bowels of the airport to her car. His slight inebriation didn't help much, either.
Arriving at an old, rusted Chevy truck, Bella wrenched open the door. The screech filled the garage, making both of them jump at the sound.
"How old is this thing?" Edward asked, doing the same as he tossed his luggage in the bed of the truck.
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