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“A woman on the sidewalk, sir We just splashed the hell out of her Begging your pardon, Miss Simmons,” he’d added quickly

“Then it’s a good thing it’s raining,” Jessalyn had cooed Marco had looked at her Even the unflappable Charles had seein with”

Her lips had drawn back in a smile that would have looked better on a carp Botox, Marco had thought grimly, should be banned

“Charles? Is the woht?”

“Well, sir, she is, as far as I can tell, except that she has no umbrella”

Charles had been born in London Umbrellas, rainy day or not, were part of his life

“And she’s also alone”

Marco had frowned Alone, at this hour? Was she a prostitute? No Not in this godforsaken neighborhood Customers would be few and far between

He’d turned in the glove-leather seat and peered through the rear , but he couldn’t seeon the sidewalk There was a forlorn look to her He’d thought of how et ho even a few more minutes in Jessalyn’s company, and then he’d huffed out a breath and told Charles to back up

“Let’s see if she needs help”

“Oh, for goodness’ sake,” Jessalyn had said “Really, Marco—”

“Back up,” he’d repeated, and his mistress had slus, and set one Blahnik-clad foot swinging

When they were parallel with the woman, Charles had stopped the car

“Shall I get out and see if she needs assistance, sir?”

Marco had looked through the streakedThe woman looked half-drowned She not only had no u a coat or a jacket