"Oh, come on you four!" Flo said later, finding the two newly married couples working behind the outdoor pit barbecue grill and the serving tables. "You aren't supposed to be runnin' the catering at your own wedding reception! Get out here and cruise, mingle . . . do something besides cook and serve food and drinks here! I know I've complained about working too much while caterin' weddings in the past, but this is ridiculous! I can't stand doin' nothing while y'all are workin' here!"
"But we can't look like 'slackers' compared to them!" Tia noted with an almost prankish smile, gesturing to Mia and Cam.
"And we can't think of anything more wonderful than cooking together!" Mia said as she worked at the pit barbecue grill next to Cam. "Besides, I'm training as a chef now!"
"Very good, Madame Mia," Peugeot noted, as he tasted her work, " . . . your marinade 'ere is se magnifiqué!"
"You're using that 'accidental' recipe of yours again, aren't you?" Cam whispered to her from her other side. "The one you developed at the track barbecue in Houston?"
Mia just allowed herself a gentle smile as she resumed stirring the marinade with large spoon in her tire.
"Your combination and use of 'ze seasonings is bold, and very inventive!" Peugeot continued. "I can see you 'ave been cooking with Monsieur Cam already, no? You are showing his risk-taking, and inventiveness! Before long, ze two of you will have ze only four-star café out in a desert!"
"I'd like to shoot for five!" Mia decided as she continued to stir her marinade.
"When you are ready, I will call 'ze Michelin Guide myself!" Peugeot promised. "It will be an attraction culinaire worthy of such a beautiful place, and such a wonderful couple!"
"Shangri-La . . ." Mia suddenly thought.
"What?" Cam asked.
"A small, fine restaurant," Mia now suggested, "as part of your dad's boutique oil field and tourist attraction . . . we could do that. The sweet crude there would provide the perfect stock and ingredients, along with Dana and Mater's farm nearby."
"What about the café here in town?" Cam quietly asked, trying to avoid Flo overhearing.
"Classic American cuisine at Flo's, fine international dining at Shangri-La," Mia quietly proposed. "We oversee the cooking at both, and cars will stop at both. All we need is some more help!"
"Pardon, but did you say 'sweet crude'?" Peugeot quietly asked.
"Yes," Mia confirmed. "Cam's father invited us to sample some from a well-head during a visit to the Shangri-La Field the other day . . . at least that's what we're calling it now . . . and the oil there is incredible!"
"Ahh, to work with such a pétrole, in 'ze raw, no less!" Peugeot admired. "You . . . uhh . . . would not consider a partnership, would you? I would love to have a second 'ome, part-time, away from 'ze institute . . . where I could really create . . . and play! Our names together, as propriétaires? With you as equal chef, of course, Madame Mia. I would love to play with la cuisine Américaine sometimes as well. It is something I have never done! 'Zis way you could enjoy vacations and days off also. And we 'rotate', with Madame Flo, no? Who knows, some other chefs, they may want to train here as well. Shangri-La . . . a place for chefs to create, debut, and play!"
Mia smiled, as she looked to Cam for approval. "Our own little group empire," she suggested, "with days and even weeks off, for a change?"
"And no more 'working the islands' for you," Cam noted warmly.
"It keeps us connected . . . to the customers," Mia replied. "Everyone wants to 'meet the chef'!"
"You are . . . se magnifiqué, my wife," Cam marveled as he kissed his bride while they resumed their work together at the barbecue grill.
"Serenading me with French, are we?" Mia asked.
"Oui," Cam simply replied.
"It's working," she said with a smile.
"This," she added as she kissed him as well, "is what I came back for . . . all of it!"
Cam could only nudge her tightly.
"Ahem . . . d'accord?" Peugeot quietly asked them both, seeing Flo now surreptitiously looking at them.
"He's asking . . ." Cam started whispering in translation to Mia.
"Oui," Mia quickly shot back looking at Peugeot, while also glancing at Flo.
"Cam, you're gonna teach me French as well," Mia now whispered to her husband, " . . . it could be useful!"
"D'accord," Cam also confirmed looking back at Peugeot and shaking tires, while he gave a surprised smile to his wife. "You learn fast, Mia," he admired.
"Surprise!" Mia said with a smile, as she now turned and shook tires with Peugeot as well.
"Sally! I need your help over here!" Flo yelled, going off in search of the one car whom she thought the twins might actually heed . . . while also acting like she had not overheard the conversation among the chefs, and chef apprentice.
"Hallelujah! After all these years . . . European road trip, here we come!" Flo quietly marveled to herself however. "Oh Ramone! . . ."
— — — — —
Soon, Sally motored over to the twins working in the food area.
"Your mother said something about a 'waltz'," she said. "I'm just delivering a message here."
Mia sighed, but tried not to let on.
"Oh yeah," Cam recalled. "We promised mom a waltz, remember Mia?"
"It was a moment of weakness," Mia groaned. "I made the mistake of telling her Tia and I had studied waltz and ballet in school, after your mother told us she was in the ballet when she was young. When we agreed to hire the quartet, I was comforting your mom when she wished she could dance again, saying that we would dance a waltz for her."
"You did promise," Cam reminded her.
"I promised," Mia agreed, "and I owe your mom, so let's go."
"'Zis even I 'ave to see," Peugeot admired, abandoning the barbecue grill as well.
"Mia, you need to tell me when you agree to things I'm involved in," Tia added.
Mia just gritted her teeth.
Moments later, the four twins were facing each other in pairs. The quartet started, each couple bowed to the other, and began circling each other in time with the music, bowing and dipping at the appropriate points classical waltz demanded.
The reception guests around them were soon spellbound, having never seen such dancing among cars, except on TV or in the movies. Mandy was charmed to tears though, and Tex could not have been prouder of his 'gentlecar' sons.
"We didn't practice this," Mia noted as they practically glided around each other effortlessly to the lilting strains of the music, "but you two guys know your waltz moves."
"Mom made sure that we were brought up with 'refinements', once she and dad adopted us," Cam noted. "We've even danced to this piece in a class . . . and so, obviously, have you and your sister. But mom was hoping we'd all live in Europe at some point . . . possibly connect with nobility, even though we were 'nouveau riche'."
Mia looked down for a second.
"Hey," he encouraged, gently directing her gaze up again as they smoothly continued to waltz, " . . . you're the only princess I want."
"You go for 'Cinderellas' huh?" she noted.
"No," he replied thoughtfully as they circled. "I'm more of an 'Anastasia' type. I go for gals who really are princesses, but just don't know it . . . like you."
"Oh, Cam . . ." Mia smiled, now thoroughly charmed.
"Let's finish this with style!" Cam invited, knowing the music was approaching its finale.
Mia gladly accepted as they twirled round each other one more time, and finished with an elegant bow to great applause by all who watched.
"What a flourish to end a reception on!" Peugeot enthused as he greeted them after the waltz ended.
"End?" Mia asked.
"Why yes," Peugeot confirmed. "'Ze bride and groom are never the last to leave. 'Ze guests take their cue from 'ze 'appy couple . . . or in 'zis case, couples!"
"You two or four sure you don't want a honeymoon stay up at the Wheel Well?" Sally offered. "Lightning and I will even make ourselves scarce if you like."
"No, we've got a new house to enjoy," Tia replied, "even a wing to ourselves!"
"Well, I guess it's time for the grand tour of our new home," Mia suggested to Cam. "Mom, Dad . . . you coming?"
"Nope," Tex replied. "Given that Cam has told us you four don't want to leave town . . . the least Mandy and I can do is leave you in peace at home. So, if you aren't going to stay up there, Mandy and I will stay up at the Wheel Well for the next couple nights so that y'all can enjoy at least something of a honeymoon at the new house."
"Well, at least come for a quick tour of what is now our family's house with us . . . please?" Mia invited.
"Wait, where'd Sally go now?" Tex now asked, looking around. "I don't want to lose touch with her here, as we need a ride somehow for Mandy. I can't push her all the way up those mountains!"
— — — — —
"Sofia, there you are," Sally said in greeting upon finally spotting and approaching her. "Sorry, I haven't been able to catch up with you. I hear you arrived just this morning. But Fillmore just told me a short while ago that you gave up the reservation we made for you at the Cozy Cone. So where are you staying?"
"Oh, the Oil Pan storefront again," Sofia confessed. "When I saw you still hadn't begun redeveloping it, and then I heard two of Misses Devlin's relatives didn't have a place to stay in town, I gave my cone up for them. I'm fine in the Oil Pan . . . I am," Sofia tried to assure, looking down though.
"Weddings hard for you?" Sally guessed.
"I wasn't planning to come," Sofia replied. "But my friends, Cam and Mia, they insisted on my coming in thanks for my approving Cam's using Max to get to Texas during the search for Mia. They even wanted to put me in the wedding party . . . but there was no available groomscar escort, and it would have caused an imbalance with Aro and Tia's wedding party anyway. All of you really rescued Mia. I just let everyone use a helicopter . . ."
"Sofia," Sally sighed apologetically, "I wish you or someone had let me know. We could have fixed it."
"It's alright, Sally," Sofia quietly said.
"No Sofia, it's not," Sally gently responded. "And I care enough about you to want to know why . . . the real reason."
Sofia briefly looked at Sally, trying unsuccessfully to mask her sadness, and then looked away in silence for the longest time. Having broken off from the Devlins to search for her, Lightning now spotted where Sally was. But a quick glance from his wife now convinced him to hang back at a distance.
"Sofia, mi dice che cosa è accaduto . . . tell me what happened," Sally invited.
"I was always so cautious about love," Sofia admitted. "Yet I've believed in it, and wanted it so much. I politely refused a number of handsome suitors before I met him. He seemed so perfect. He was kind, soft-spoken, seemingly loyal . . . a very atypical gentlecar in my experience. But I wanted to be sure, to go slowly. He came to want to marry me, but out of love, he agreed to go at my pace. While I loved him deeply . . . I kept telling him, 'No, not quite yet.' One day, he took me for a beautiful drive along the Amalfi coast in southern Italy. We found a perfect overlook. We stopped there, and I finally invited him to propose to me. It felt like the time was right . . . that nothing could go wrong."
The four twins and their parents now spotted Sally as well, and began approaching. Cam and Mia especially, noticed Sally seeming to comfort Sofia. Lightning intercepted and stopped them.
"It's alright," he said quietly, "Sally's got it."
"But Cam and I invited Sofia," Mia whispered. "We feel bad now."
Sofia had her back to them all though, as she continued. "Everything was perfect . . . right up until our wedding day. I was in a beautiful veil. My family had hired the village church. Everyone in town came, as my father was a leading local businesscar and politician. My groom and I, we had an elegant rehearsal dinner at a small, elegant refinery the night before. The morning came, everything was perfect . . . but he didn't come. By 2:00 PM, my father had the police search. He was nowhere to be found however. I feared my groom had died somehow. The wedding guests were finally excused. I was in mourning. But a week later, the police found him in Roma. A neighbor complained a girl in the next apartment was now making too much noise with a new boyfriend. That boyfriend was him. I went from being a grieving widow to being a jilted bride. My family was humiliated in front of their town. It became clear to me that they cared more about their appearance and standing than they did about me. That's when I left Italy. I haven't been back, and my family hasn't asked about me."
"I am who I am now," Sofia sobbed, " . . . a world wanderer, successful but alone, because I lost at love. I lost everything . . ."
"Sofia," Sally said gently, "I hope you feel you have perhaps found something here . . . with us."
Sofia nudged Sally, crying. "Yes," she finally said though, "I think I have."
Seeing Sally looking away at Lightning and the Devlin family, Sofia now turned and sadly looked at them as well.
Mia briefly looked with concern at Cam, before she turned and asked Lightning, "Let me go to her."
Lightning relented.
"Sofia," Mia said gently as she now approached her. "Cam and I are sorry for how you're feeling right now . . ."
"You . . . You are so beautiful, in your veil, Mia. Just like I was . . ." Sofia said softly amid her tears.
"It's okay, Sofia," Mia whispered softly to her as she nudged her tightly.
"But I am ruining your celebration," Sofia sobbed.
"The celebration's over," Mia noted. "But as far as I'm concerned, this is a moment of it I will remember, and treasure . . . always."
"Cam," Mia now said loudly to her husband some distance behind her, "would you mind if we had Italian for our little after-party dinner here . . . something Neapolitan?"
"After-party?" Cam said quietly to the rest of their family in surprise at first. But then, he saw Mia looking earnestly at him. He got her intent.
"Oh . . . wait . . . I know just the dish!" Cam said more loudly now, willingly playing along. "But I need a real Neapolitan to check to be sure I . . . if we . . . get it right."
"Oh no, no," Sofia attempted to dissuade her with a tearful smile.
"Sofia," Mia replied with an assuredness that surprised even herself, "what would you do if our places were reversed? If your dream had come true, and mine had ended in sadness?"
Sofia began smiling as her tears diminished. Sally also smiled at Mia.
"Please, Sofia, come cook Italian with us," Mia invited. "It would mean so much to me."
"But I would be intruding on your wedding night," Sofia noted.
"We're sharing dinner with family on our wedding night," Mia shrugged, as her family, Tex and Mandy especially, were now quite surprised by that revelation as they moved closer now, too.
"Intrusions are a way of life with us," Mia continued. "It beats being alone . . . or not being here at all."
"I haven't cooked real Italian in years," Sofia admitted, "because to cook real Italian, you need family around."
"Well Sofia, we've got your missing ingredient, right here. And you've got ours," Mia invited. "Join us . . ."
"Mia . . ." Sofia now gladly accepted as she nudged her tightly. "You are an angel."
Mia just smiled knowingly to herself.
"Well, I think Lightning and I will be heading home now," Sally suggested.
"Nope," Mia countered. "You two join us as well, and Mack. Then Mack can take you both, as well as our parents, and Sofia, safely home with you to the Wheel Well afterwards. We have something we've been saving for just this occasion. No one drives after drinking it though, okay? I'll just be giving Mack some special select diesel fuel to make it up to him as the designated driver."
— — — — —
Soon the new Devlin household was being christened with laughter, cooking, and the last bottle of JP-8 Flo's café had. With the house's tall doors and ceilings, even Mack was able to come inside and relax in the common kitchen and family room.
"Now even I don't want to go back to Houston!" Sofia admitted as she stirred the spiced grease balls simmering in the sauce that Mia had made.
"We expect to see you here," Mia assured as she nudged her, "at least once a month, okay? And call more often than that — way more! We will always be close, Sofia . . . always."
"Mia," Sofia more quietly replied, "you are showing me a kindness here I never thought I would see in this life. I can sense though that you were not originally planning to have this little dinner here."
"I'm glad I decided to, however," Mia gently admitted with a smile. "You deserve much more though, Sofia. I wish there was something else I could do."
"You heard the story I told Sally?" Sofia asked.
"Yes, I did," Mia confirmed, " . . . most of it anyway."
Sofia looked away for a moment. "I wish I could go back twenty years, and do it all over again. But I am trapped now . . . by success, career, age."
"Sofia, at one point when I was running away . . . when I was kidnapped," Mia confided, "I thought things were hopeless for me, too. I thought I had been taken away from Cam and any chance at a life with him. I had even prepared myself to be murdered. I accepted it — what seemed like my fate. But then, I was waking up . . . to Cam, along with others, rescuing me. If life can turn around for me like that . . . even after I gave up, surrendered . . . it can turn around for you, too, Sofia."
"You know," Sofia quietly accepted, gently smiling, "the word 'friend' only begins to describe what you are becoming to me. Truth is, I want to meet my prince, Mia . . . my real prince. I want to meet him so much."
"Just like I wanted to return to Cam," Mia suggested. "Love your prince, Sofia . . . just love him. I think that's what worked for me. I surrendered myself, but I never gave up my love for Cam, ever. I even fervently asked —I guess you could say I prayed — at one point for Cam to hold me tightly in his heart when I thought everything else was lost, and later . . . even to my own surprise, there he was, holding me. You love your prince, Sofia. Ask him to hold you, even now. Feel it. I think that will help him find you, draw him to you . . . I really do."
"Thank you, Mia," Sofia said, deeply grateful. "You've helped me, more than you may ever know here. I love him, my prince. I do . . . and I will."
"Find each other," Mia said quietly to Sofia as she nudged her. "Please find each other . . ."
"How could I not fulfill a request like that, even a hope or prayer, from such a dear friend?" Sofia said warmly. "That makes it easier, so much easier."
"Sophia . . ." Mia decided, closing her eyes and still nudging her, "Manufacturer, please bring Sophia's prince to her. Please help them to meet, to find each other. Her longing for him is as deep as my love for Cam has been inside, although she hides it well. Please end their separation here, so that she can know the joy, and the love, that you have given to me. Amen."
"Amen," Sophia echoed with a smile, moved to tears with deep gratitude and appreciation.
"Just to be sure," Mia added with a gentle smile, "that you two will meet now."
Mia and Sofia looked at each other with tears in their eyes for a moment, before Mia started smelling something.
"Whoops! Let's not burn these greaseballs though, Sofia," Mia said, turning her attention back to what they were cooking. "I don't think that's called for in your old family recipe that we're using here!"
"Actually, allowing a bit of a crust to form is a trademark of my family's greaseballs — what has set our recipe and way of making them apart from others," Sofia replied, now checking them with satisfaction. "They're turning out just right!"
Then a timer began beeping from the oven nearby in their new kitchen.
"Cam, darling . . . your assistance, please . . ." Mia called to her husband, as she turned to begin taking the first tray of hot, freshly-baked brake pads out of the oven.
" . . . Mandy," Tex softly noted to her as they relaxed at the kitchen's deluxe island counter near Mia and Sofia, each gently sipping a glass of JP-8, "you've been quietly 'misty-eyed', almost crying, all evening here. Is everything alright?"
Mandy looked at him for a moment, before saying, "Thiss fammily iss mmy prayer comme true."
"Should I apologize?" Tex quietly asked, now misting up a bit himself as he felt a degree of guilt over their past together.
"Nno," Mandy assured as she moved to nudge against him. "Jusst enjoy it noww . . . with mme . . ."
" . . . Wow that is quite the home carwash," Tia said to Aro as they came back out of one wing of the house.
"Cam and I figured mom needed something like that at home, plus it gave us an excuse to add a guest room for when visitors came," Aro explained. "You sure you don't want to tour our wing, too?"
"Nope," Tia declared. "I want our first time there to be . . . incredible . . ."
"Tia . . ." Aro said nervously.
"Hey, we're married now," she assured. "I can be and have what I've really been wanting to with you now . . . and I am. Just be who you've always wanted to be with me, too, okay? We cannot go wrong together, my 'A' guy!"
"T," Aro said nudging her closely, "I love you."
"I love you, too . . . A," Tia said warmly.
" . . . Nope," Mack assured Sally and Lightning nearby in the living area. "I'm a road warrior. I'm not the settling down type. The divorce rate is just too high among us. We hardly ever see each other."
"We're just wanting to make sure you're good though," Sally assured. "I know it can be tough being by yourself around a happily married couple like Stickers and I. But by 'us' do you mean trucks, or road warriors?"
"Both," Mack replied. "Even my parents gave up after they kept getting hauls that took them in different directions. Just don't fire me or lay me off in favor of another rig, and I'll be happy for life here. Plus, you don't need two trucks on this team anyway."
"You'll always be our truck, Mack," Lightning assured. "We vow it, right Sally?"
"Yep!" Sally agreed, as she lifted her glass in confirmation. "But what makes you think we couldn't use two trucks in our team or operation here?" she smiled.
"What makes you think I'm not already having a good time on the road, and at races?" he asked in reply. "With buddies . . . and the occasional lady friend?"
"Well, Mac!" Lightning exclaimed with a smile.
— — — — —
"Thanks again everyone for coming," Mia said with Cam at her side as she and the other twins bade goodnight to their parents and friends from the porch of their new home. "And Mack, thank you so much for driving everyone home."
"Eh, it's what I live for," he assured as he remotely closed the ramps on his trailers, honked and took off from the side street.
"And thank you all," Mia now said, turning to the other twins, "for interrupting our wedding night and going along with me on this after-party. Sofia, and even mom and dad, really appreciated this get-together."
"Mia, this has been the best 'family and friends night' I've ever known," Aro admitted. "If this is preview of what we'll be enjoying in this house . . . we'll all owe you."
"Mind if we turn in now?" Tia suggested. "It is our wedding night, after all. I'm just kinda looking forward to testing the sound-proofing of our wing myself, Aro."
"Good night you two," Mia smiled, as the four of them went back inside the house, and she now led Cam off to what would now be their own wing.
"Cam, can we talk for a minute here?" Mia asked as Cam closed their door behind them and they settled into their new room, alone at last.
"Anytime and always, Mia," Cam assured. "I promise, I will always be ready to listen and talk with you when you want . . . or at least I will try my best, no matter what I'm doing!"
"I can already see that you are," she assured as she just settled in next to him as they looked out the large glass windows of the double doors to the patio outside their room.
"I'm a mess though, my husband," Mia sighed. "A mostly happy mess however."
"Okay, what happened to you today?" Cam asked directly. "I want to hear all of it — or as much as you want to tell me, alright? No matter how weird or hard-to-believe."
"Why?" she asked.
"Because, Mia," Cam admitted, " . . . you did feel dead to me when I first nudged you in that junkyard. You started to feel cold, lifeless. I felt like I was too late. That I would have to settle for maybe just being haunted by you . . . visiting you in my dreams, seeing partial reflections of you in Tia."
Mia just nudged him tightly as he talked.
"Actually, if you hadn't come back," he continued, looking down, "I think I would have just left Radiator Springs . . . buried myself in my career, taught with Peugeot, something. I couldn't have stayed here though — in this town, without you. That you came back, Mia, is a miracle. One I firmly believe in. One I don't mind knowing more about."
"Would you rather have had it all not happen though . . . the ordeal, I mean? Or have it be prevented?" Mia asked.
"You mean us live more like Aro and Tia?" he responded. "No, actually. I like what we have, and I know they like what they have. Can you just make out that soft, muffled revving coming from their wing?" he smiled.
"As far as they're concerned, I'm not hearing a thing," Mia replied with a smile of her own.
"You know though, Mia," Cam continued, "I've sometimes wondered what drew you and I together . . . versus you being attracted to Aro, or me pairing up with Tia. But I've realized there's a depth to you — a wonder at life, a thirst for creativity, even a soulful or spiritual dimension — that I just don't sense in Tia, or in my brother. I just want to know more, even to find out what's on the other side of life here."
"Without dying right now yourself," Mia observed with a gentle smile.
"Yeah . . . one of us doing that is enough, I think," Cam agreed with a smile as well. "Besides, half the fun is one of us trying to describe to the other what it was really like . . . trying to put it into words, like trying to describe what fine food tastes like."
"You know, I was briefly offered a choice today," Mia noted.
"Besides the wedding and vows . . ." Cam guessed.
"Heaven or your mom basically offered to go back and give me a warning that would have allowed me, us, to avoid the ordeal we experienced," Mia said. "I almost said yes to it. But then everything started changing. My feelings seemed to almost diminish . . . different memories began emerging. Our love was there . . ."
"But it was different," Cam finished. "Somehow less."
"Yes," Mia acknowledged, with a degree of awe. "But how did you know that?"
"I've had time to think about such things," he replied, "both while I was missing you, and at times while I've watched you sleep, while I've been taking care of you as you recovered. When I've looked at you since your, maybe our, ordeal . . . I've found myself loving you more intensely, appreciating so much that you're even next to me. I didn't feel that way before — not as much anyway. And I know I wouldn't feel this way about you without that ordeal happening. That's why I said in my vows today that I want to turn all of what you experienced, and suffered, into a blessing for us. Mia, since getting you back . . . I've wanted to make you happy . . . just so happy."
"You have, Cam," Mia assured with almost tearful gratitude. "You have. Here, let me tuck us in."
"You?" he asked.
"Yeah, me," she assured. "It's our wedding night. You've done so much for me, from nursing me back to health, spoiling me, helping to build and outfit this house for me, helping train me as a chef . . . so much, all for me. And what have I done for you?"
"More than I could ever describe, Mia," Cam countered.
"That is a sweet answer, sir," Mia replied as she ushered him over to their bed. "But, while I do want this night to be perhaps a shared gift between us, I want to give you something, too . . . starting with helping you to relax here, and inviting you to totally trust me, okay?"
"Mia, what are you doing?" Cam asked as she settled him onto their brand new, plush mats.
"While she was helping me get ready this morning up at the Wheel Well," Mia explained as she went back across the room for a moment, "Sally suggested this one thing that she said was really nice to give to a partner . . ."
"A hot wax massage," Cam guessed. "She and Lightning are famous for it. But where's the hot wax? You haven't had a chance to put anything into this house yet. I know . . . I've been with you all day here."
"But Sally has," Mia smiled as she returned from a far corner now with a small, heated pot.
Mia now rolled up partway onto Cam's back with her front as she began spreading a first daub of the warm, soothing liquid from the pot.
"Ohhhhh my Manufacturer . . ." Cam sighed with utter bliss.
"Can't recall seeing Him directly," Mia responded as she began spreading the hot wax around Cam's roof and back with smooth but deep strokes of the first cloth. "But you know, I felt Him . . . still do. That's why I want to take care of you, too, my angel."
Cam couldn't help tearing up in gratitude. Mia just smiled as she heard him unavoidably sniffling a little. She just spread her tires, embracing him tightly as she began trailing kisses down along his roofline.
"I'll finish the rest of the waxing here . . . a little later," she assured.