Rupert seized the champagne bottle, filling up his glass. “The bastard, did you hear what he said?”Over Maureen’s head, for a second, Rupert’s eyes met Helen’s. ”It was almost a relief when she and Rupert flew off to Los Angeles, giving him a breathing space in which he could concentrate on the job in hand. Must be the effect of saying you’ll marry me.
Pouring out three glasses, she gave much the smallest to Helen. “Sweetheart, just let me get Los Angeles over, and then we’ll make plans, I promise. He’d even seen wives sitting here waiting for their lovers when their husbands walked in with someone else. “Oh, there’s Rupert Campbell-Black.
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