He’d been such a devil to box when he’d arrived. “Wasn’t Dandelion wonderful?” she said, jumping off, flinging her arms round his neck, covering him with kisses and stuffing him with sugar lumps. “Look at the old moke,” giggled Fen. ”He looked across at a side table where a waiter was slicing up a long French loaf with a bread knife.
She knew this kind of hassle was the last thing he needed before a championship. Sliding to the ground, he patted the horse once more and turned towards the riders’ stand. “Don’t worry about money, I’ve got a lovely bottle of St. Rupert was wildly jealous of the love Helen lavished on Marcus.
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