Stolen Bride. Sally Carr
Luca would feel very threatened by a lollipop.’
Cara shook her head. ‘If only he knew,’ she said softly.
‘He’s hardly likely to, though, is he?’ said Finn, stretching out in his seat. ‘You’ve eaten practically all the evidence.’
‘I was hungry!’ she retorted earnestly, and then realising that he was winding her up once more, thumped the steering wheel. ‘Do you want to drive?’ she demanded.
‘No,’ he said innocently. ‘No. I like being driven at a hundred and twenty miles an hour on an Italian motorway by a beautiful woman eating a chocolate gun.’
She shot a furious glance at him. ‘Surely you mean a beautiful but gormless woman,’ she snapped.
He lifted his hands in mock appeal. ‘I didn’t know you then,’ he said.
She pressed her foot down harder. ‘Well, you’re not going to get the chance to know me any better now.’
‘Is that because you’re going to drive us into the middle of next week?’ His hand rested lightly on her arm, and she jumped at the contact. ‘Slow down, Cara. We don’t need to go this fast.’
She eased back jerkily on the accelerator. He nodded. ‘That’s better,’ he said.
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