Stretching voluptuously, she went to the window, and then stiffened with horror, for there, as usual coming too fast along the road and only five minutes behind Jake, was Rupert’s blue Porsche. Sadly, England proved a disappointment. ”“Not sure,” muttered Fen, wriggling away. They were coming out of his ears on the Florida circuit, and boy, they threw themselves at him.
“You can ride for me for the rest of the year,” said Rupert. Walking into the house she buried her face in a huge bunch of white lilac which filled the entire hall with its scent. ”“Doesn’t usually miss a good horse,” said Rupert, walking around him again. “You’ve done a good job on him,” he said.
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