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She followed the cab driver up to the regal black front door with its gleaed it twice It was opened almost immediately—and not by Victoria

‘Ah You’ve brought my jacket’

Megan looked at Alessandro and scowled

‘You could have co up the precious cargo

He didn’t answer as he paid the taxi driver, and froan wasn’t at all surprised that the cab driver had been anxious for her to accompany him with the jacket The tip looked sufficient to fund a teek family holiday somewhere hot

‘Here you are’ She stuck her hand out In return, Alessandro stood aside and o’

‘How did I know that you would say that?’ He began walking inside, and knew she had followed him by the slam of the front door ‘You’ve become very predictable,’ he threw over his shoulder

‘Where’s Victoria?’ Megan de past his retreating back for other signs of life

The hallas airy and gracious, with glea wooden banisters that led up the stairs It was an old house that had obviously been renovated to the highest possible n of a Christns of toys, which she would have expected to have seen lying around in the wake of a s Day

‘At her own house, I would iine’ Alessandro turned to look at where she was still hovering by the front door, clutching the jacket which, six o, had been so reverently handled by his tailor in the City

‘Where am I?’

‘At ine I would be?’