"Only if I get to buy you an engagement ring." she giggled, nuzzling his cheek. "Otherwise? Sorry, buster, but you're just going to have to be traditional and get down on one knee."

Just then the limo began to slow. Picking up on it, Anne cursed the driver's timing and kissed Ashley's chin quickly before sliding off his lap and moving across the limo to tap on the driver's partition. When it lowered just a crack, she peeked out and saw they were on the street they needed...about five minutes from the club.

Taking a deep breath to calm her suddenly jittery stomach, she drew away as the partition slid up again and moved back to Ashley's side, forsaking his lap to straighten herself back out. "We're almost there."