Chapter 44

• "Well," he says pushing himself off of the car as Annabelle walks to a stop in front of him. She exudes a confidence that most people would kill to have. "According to you, I took the checkered flag last night, Annabelle," a provocative smile grows on her lips, "but I seem to have neglected to collect my trophy."
• "Trophy?"
• He takes her hand with eyes sparkling full of humor still locked on hers, and tugs on it, pulling her forcibly against his chest, "Yes. You."