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Shhhh,” Johnny soothed, sliding his hands up and down her back, nuzzling her hair. “Car thieves don’t cry, baby. You gotta toughen up if you’re gonna have a future with good old Clyde here.”
“I like it when you do that.”
“What?”
“Call me baby,” Maggie whispered.
“You liked it when I called you Bonnie too,” he replied with a smile in his voice. “Why?”
“You used to call me baby all the time. It makes me believe you can love me again.”
Johnny wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and lifted her to him, kissing her tear-streaked cheeks before he touched his lips to hers.
“I’m already there Maggie. I fell in love when you begged me to help you escape the cops. I fell in love when we danced to Nat King Cole singing ‘Stardust’ on a moonlit beach. Hell, I fell in love when you told me how blondes spell farm.”
“E-I-E-I-O,” Maggie quipped wetly.
Johnny laughed and held her tightly.
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