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"Babe, I thought you said you knew how to get there?", Fatima said waking up from her little passenger seat nap.
Zac turned and lift the back of her seat up.
If anyone knew princess treatment it was Fatima. She barely had to lift a finger when Zac was around. He knew she deserved all the chivalry in the world.
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Zac knew exactly which battles to fight; he wouldn't admit it but nearly fainted from the hour drive sitting in an inferno prison.
Fatima liked the heat; she was always cold. Maybe she was anemic? That would surely explain the nausea she kept waking up to....right?
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"I do. I just wanted to be safe."
[In translation — Zac didn't know where the hell he was going]
It was by God's grace they made it there on time.
Zac pulled into the restaurant parking lot.
"Ready?" He said, pulling his suit jacket off of Fatima's lap.
