Jake was accustomed to being poor. Having notched up a silver and a bronze the day before, they could afford to be magnanimous. She wished she’d brought a coat; the suede dress wasn’t very warm. “This is Jake Lovell,” said Malise.
”“All right,” said Helen soothingly. Somehow, clinging onto his mane, Jake stayed in the saddle. By the time she had got him to bed and calmed him down, read him a story and cleaned up the mess, it was long after midnight. “Well, if a woman’s unfaithful to her lover he cuts off her ear or her nose, or scars her cheeks, so you’d better be careful.
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