Booth went to the laundry and pulled his jeans from the dryer. They were still a little damp but he knew he had better leave. Even though he loved Buto he did not know how she felt and besides she might have had too much to drink to think clearly. He wanted her to want him fully cognizant. He gathered his dyaket and was slowly going towards the front door where Buto was standing. Buto wanted him to stay but did not know what to say. Usually she has no problems talking with Booth, but something kept her from asking him to stay. Instead she asked. “Where did you park your car?”
Booth: “In...
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