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As soon as the out-of-breath stewardess had placed her ainst her chest in athe i better than to plaster herself all over the front of the man Cara had nicknamed ‘the cretin jerk,’ she kneas her cue to disappear No doubt it was her phone nuive hi him off to the nearest brooood use Cara didn’t care, but she hoped he picked up a nasty disease in the process

Rude, horrible, loathsome man!

Fuelled by angry frustration and nervous energy at the disappearing time, Cara did what she did best—she retreated froed with the noise and bustle of those around her as she hobbled towards the ternity as she could muster, thankful that she would never have to see that ain

The airport was tee so hard she was sure it was a as? Wasn’t California supposed to be always sunny? And Sin City was in the ht as she stepped through the autolass doors and into an icy cold wind that sawed the breath froht could freeze the ice off a penguin

Rubbing her hands over her arether with cold she quickly scanned the long line of bedraggled commuters—also underdressed to withstand the arctic blast, and the non-existent taxis that should have been lining the kerb Why was it that taxi cabs seemed to disappear in every country unused to incle for the reliability of the black cabs back hoht now because she couldn’t be late She just couldn’t

Quelling another bout of panic she gritted her teeth andfor the hire-car desks

She stopped when she saw them It seemed a couple of hundred other commuters had already had the same idea Frustrated she headed back outside and saw the line surge forward as three taxis pulled alongside the kerb and just as swiftly departed with relieved customers inside

A shiny silver li to its polished s and paintwork like tiny pearls and the crowd gazed at it longingly Oh, what she’d give to have thought ahead and organised one of those She watched the young driver alight fro around, she waited to see who had won the lottery and then back at the chauffeur when no one caht so she could read it

Mr Kelly, it read in bold print

‘Mr Kelly? Oh, Mr Kellllly?’ The stewardess’s high-pitched voice filled Cara’s head and she narrowed her gaze Surely not Could Mr Kelly be the cretin jerk from inside? And why did his name sound so familiar?

Not that she was truly interested He was probably just an overinflated fil off in his plush Mercedes juht into her mind His warm, plush Mercedes

Of course she wouldn’t do it, but boy, she’d like to It would serve hi put-down of her before