”They pulled up on the edge of a field and drank the Muscadet out of mugs, allowing the horses to graze, and watching the sun set. ”Suddenly Jake looked up at the elite riders’ stand, which is known in Dublin as the Pocket. ”“You’re a brute. Malise, walking beside him, winced at the French marigolds, clashing with purple petunias and scarlet geraniums in the pots on either side of each jump.
Rupert got up and dressed. Not for the first time she wished she hadn’t put Marcus’s nursery next to their bedroom. Jake was delighted. when the post arrived one morning and Rupert actually handed him an envelope containing a passionate love letter from Helen.
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