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He had been wrong

God only knehere this sex-fest weekend was going to take place, but he’d intended to find out—and rather than overtake her, force her to pull to the kerb and then deive him, he had decided just tofollow her

It hadn’t been hard

She had no idea what car he’d be in He had several cars, and the black Range Rover was a whole lot less conspicuous than the Ferrari He had made sure to keep a safe distance behind her, but he probably could have been attached to her bumper and she wouldn’t have noticed Who really ever paid attention to other cars on the road unless they were ?

He’d known fro for the West Country and he hadn’t been able to believe it

She was going to spend the weekend with a perfect stranger, round? Who the hell did that?

And now here he was, in a picturesque city square, with quaint Tudor-bea in front of a coffee shop, for the first ti