Crash went the twenty-five pounders, causing immediate pandemonium in the collecting rings, horses rearing, bucking, plunging and scattering the crowd. Daddy wouldn’t do that. “Your mother remembered my birthday,” she said accusingly. She looked at him slumped against the bar.
Jake had long been one of her heroes. ”Rupert flipped through the photographs, playing for time. ”“But you must have had endless replacement parents?”“What?”“Step-mothers and fathers. “We’ve got photographs,” hissed Fen, her fury fuelled by guilt and anger because she found him irresistible.
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