Chapter 9

"When I last saw you, you were driving a 5-year-old Ford Pick-up with over 100,000 miles on it. Now this? Abigail pointed to a new shiny blue BMW.

Hayden smiled. "Hey! Single guy, good job in DC. You need to have an edge. And plenty of room in the trunk. Hop in," and he threw her bags in the trunk.

Abigail took off her jacket and slid into the front seat. As she did, her skirt rode up to show quite a bit of her thigh. She made no effort to pull it down. She also left a few buttons undone on her blouse. She had decided, "What the heck?" She was already taking a huge step in coming here. She noticed that Hayden noticed when he got in. As soon as they left the airport, they found themselves in "rush hour." Even though it wasn't normally a long drive, it would be a little longer today.

As they crawled along, they talked about the weather and your basic idle chatter. Then Abigail decided to ask the big question. The one that she felt she had to ask. "So I told you something about myself in