Ahh... *sigh* Such a boo-ti-ful ending!
One of my favourite parts:
Clark opened the passenger-side door and climbed inside. "Hey, I did help you win this car, you know. So, technically, half of this baby is mine."
"That's some technicality, Kent," she bantered--and the smile on his face showed that he was loving every minute of it. "I think you're dreaming, or maybe even delirious from fish-poisoning." She buckled up and inserted the key.
"But what if I have a hot date and need some wheels?" he asked, straight-faced. "In fact, it's probably not too late for me to go get a certain phone number out of the trash."
"Don't you even think about it." She glowered at him out of the corner of her eye. "This may 'technically' be *our* car, but the only hot date you're going to take anywhere in this car is me."
Clark's low rumble of laughter warmed her heart. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
So cute! *sigh* Wonderful story guys. You definitely
should write together more often... (hint hint...)
~Anna.
