No doubt he shifted that Porsche at 120 miles an hour the moment he got on the motorway, thought Helen, as she nervously watched the fare jerk up and up. Don’t be shy, sweetheart. “Oh, go eat your own product,” snapped Janey. Jake gritted his teeth.
She looked up startled, blushing at the unexpected tenderness, relieved he wasn’t as shattered as she’d expected. ”“Malise know?”“No, and with Rupert’s luck he won’t find out. Fen turned away towards the mirror. “Billy’s being Kevin’s china poodle,” explained Janey.
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