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How cute is that? Sam said as he emerged from their room. Tony is a gentleman and
doesn t want to talk about making Laurie s bed rock.
Tony, you know that s not going to stop Laurie from talking about it. She has probably
already put it on Facebook.
Hey, I didn t make rude comments when you two started doing it.
Chrissie nodded. Yes, you did. You called me an adulteress and a hussy.
And I m truly sorry you re an adulteress. Tony leapt out of the truck bed and headed
for the open door of his own room. And a hussy.
Sam snorted and jiggled the knob to the door he had just locked. What started that?
I said I needed a souvenir like my flag and my pirate.
He frowned and pursed his lips as he tossed his gym bag into the back of the SUV.
Like what?
She lowered her voice. Is there anything we can steal from the room?
Not really, unless you want me to try and smuggle the headboard out. He
straightened and crossed his forearms across his chest. What do you want?
I don t know. That s the fun of the souvenir. You surprise me.
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Sam pursed his lips. His eyes darted around and his nose crinkled. He lifted his
shoulder. You ve got me. I can t think of a damn thing.
Chrissie grinned. Well you re going to have to think of something. You set a precedent.
I need a souvenir.
Is this going to be a regular thing? I take you out for coffee and you give me those
puppy eyes and ask for a souvenir? He and looked at his watch. We re already running a
little late. I can get you something at the airport. I m sure they have a pencil sharpener in the
shape of a lobster trap or something.
Chrissie knew it was silly to feel sentimental about her paper pride flag and little wind-
up toy, but she was disappointed. It was like the little trinkets represented the evolution of
the beginning of her relationship with Sam. She could look at them and feel all squishy as she
remembered the way he smiled as he gave them to her. She really wanted one for their night
as Chuck s Motel.
She shrugged, then nodded her head. It s no big deal. I just thought it would be a fun
thing to keep up.
I ll get you something at the airport. Something funky. He ran his hand along her
back as he passed her. She automatically leant into him and reeled with surprise at how
natural such a gesture was.
A groan drew Chrissie s attention back to the hotel. Laurie was dragging her suitcase
from the room. Can we go now? I m ready for my own bed.
I need all two hundred and forty of my premium channels, Tony chimed in as he
locked the door behind him.
And I m going to go homicidal if I don t get my hazelnut latte every morning.
Chrissie added. She shrugged at Sam s appalled look. This has been lovely and all but I m
done with vacation. I long for the stink of urban decay.
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. Okay, I miss my treadmill and my video games. I m
done with vacation too.
Good. Let s get the hell out of here.
Sam opened the passenger door for Chrissie. All right, you re the navigator again. Get
your map and navigate me.
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Chrissie reached into her carry-on bag and pulled out the map book, then flipped it
open to where the sticky note that read airport was affixed. It took her a second to realise
there was something different about the map. She blinked, then her smile took over.
Sam leant in the doorway and chuckled. How s that for a souvenir?
Aw, Sam!
The town of Linton, New Brunswick was circled in black marker with a dotted line
trailing to two cartoon people, a man with light hair and a woman with dark hair holding
hands, hearts in place of their eyes and cupcakes bursting all around them. There was a
speech bubble over their heads that read Turn to page 36.
Chrissie flipped the pages and giggled at what she saw. At Valentine s Cove he had
drawn a pirate ship in the blue ocean space with the little cartoon Sam at the bow shouting
Yarr! and on shore the cartoon Chrissie waving.
A note in the corner directed her to another page and there she found an arrow pointing
to St. Christopher. There she found a bed with their cartoon counterparts peeking out from
underneath the covers. There were criss-cross marks on their cheeks to indicate blushes and
huff puff scratched over their heads to indicate heavy breathing.
She couldn t stop laughing as she flipped through the map. Wherever they had visited
there were silly little drawings, and even in places where they hadn t. On one page there was
even an octopus out in the Atlantic Ocean, its tentacles wrapped around cartoon Chrissie
while cartoon Sam, dressed like a superhero, swooped in from the upper right corner of the
page.
She beamed at him. This is the best.
I made it this morning instead of going on my run. He held out his arms and she
stepped into his embrace. Am I awesome or what?
Too awesome. She reached around with one hand and grabbed his ass. And you
have a sweet tush.
Didn t I tell you that from the start?
Oh God, they re grabbing ass again. Laurie said as she and Tony watched from the
bed of the truck. Meet you in the hotel bar?
We ll be a few minutes behind you. We re doing drive-thru on the way, Sam said.
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Ha! Tony leant forwards and wiggled his eyebrows. Drive-thru? Is that what you
two have decided to call it?
With a guffaw, he steered the truck around the rotary driveway and moments later the
truck disappeared along the highway. Chrissie hugged her map book to her chest and
followed Sam to the back of the SUV. Do we have everything?
You ve got your souvenir, he said and slung his arm over her shoulder. I ve got
mine. Come on. I want one last picture. A good one. He held up his phone and pulled her
close.
Chrissie sighed happily and snuggled into him as he took the first picture. This was an
awesome vacation.
Much better than Cuba, he said, and kissed the top of her head.
About the Author
Annemarie Hartnett lives in Eastern Canada and is a full-time office monkey/part-
time smut peddler. She writes erotic romance as Annemarie and erotica as A.M.
Hartnett. Her first erotic short was published in 2006 and yes, this totally made up for
spending a fortune on the degree in English literature she'll never use.
Email: amhartnett@gmail.com
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