She Had Him At Austin
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Last published Thu, Jun 7, 2018
***A lot has happened in the 3 years since I've worked on this piece, and I'm so thrilled that so many of you are still finding it and posting comments. So starting this week, I'm going to try and pump out a few chapters for you all. Xoxo, Hams
"Now time for the news," Jeremy began, "and we have some urgent news to get through straight off."
"Our colleague was late to work today," James announced.
"Over an hour late at that, and we frown upon that here at Top Gear. Richard, what do you have to say for yourself?" I wanted to smack the smirk off of Jeremy's face.
"I stopped to help a stranded motorist."
And so the story begins... she's got the looks, the brains, and most of all the car. Can Richard Hammond break through his awkwardness and land the woman of his dreams?
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Disclaimer: I do not own the boys or Top Gear or ANYTHING related to the men we all love, but I do own all the original female characters in this story. Also, I'm not British, so bare with me. Enjoy.
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