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Her feet were round station She went down the steps People thronged past her She walked to the platform, felt the unbearable heat surround her The noise of a train rumbled in the distance People flicked their eyes at the infor heat
Like a dragon roaring closer and closer, the train finally looh the trapped turgid air
There really was only one thing she could do
CHAPTER NINE
MATTEO FASTENED THE cuffs of his shirt He buttoned the single button on his suit jacket and straightened his collar Tie or no tie? No tie And no pocket square either
He checked his ireat His hair needed a cut, but he hadn’t had ti
At least his lack of sleep was hidden under a midsummer Mediterranean tan And it had been worth those two days on a yacht, convincing some of the wealthiest men in Europe to becoraood And it didn’t do any harood—this was a hen appearances mattered
He walked to the dressing table, collected his keys and phone He pressed the screen, opened the contacts, scrolled until he found the one he wanted: Ruby, Ballet It was tiht not to chase her—she was too much trouble He’d barely been able to concentrate since that night, and there was no tiht now He’d had a lucky escape, truth be told
He tugged his cuffs down one last tirand terrace of the Château de la Croix
David had done a brilliant job He’d really pushed the boat out arranging the Cordon d’Or Regatta this year, leasing this fabulous forone by There was nowhere finer than the Bastion St-Jaume, and no better event in the entire social calendar of the Riviera Tonight the high-rollers and big spenders would descend And the die would be cast
Outside the finishing touches were being set Three huge marquees dotted the ih densely planted palms and onto the beach beyond Already the château’s tiny harbour was filling up with launches as people journeyed in from ships anchored further off shore Above, the sound of rotors slicing the air announced the arrival of the et the very best shots of the A-list as they arrived
And a theusto Arturo and his wife Marie-Isabelle