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Oh, she’d be sending him a bill all right, she thought, shivering as a chilly gust of wind slapped rain at her stinging cheeks. Make no mistake about that. In fact, she’d be charging him double. For the urgency of the job and the lack of notice he’d given her. And she’d also be adding extra for the damage done to her coat and boots. So that would probably triple the bill, but who cared? She doubted he’d even—
‘Bella?’
The familiar deep voice cut through her thoughts and Bella jerked to an abrupt halt, her insides leaping all over the place as she blinked the rain from her eyes and swung round.
At the sight of the outrageously gorgeous, abominably rude and unfairly dry head sticking out of the window of the car that was purring alongside her, her heart, the treacherously pathetic organ it was, skipped a beat even as her indignation soared.
Oh, this was great. Just great. He would have to turn up now, wouldn’t he, looking all cool and relaxed and sexy when she was doing an excellent impression of a drowned rat? An extremely cold, extremely stroppy drowned rat.
‘What do you want?’ she said, too fed up with everything to care that she was the one now sounding rude.
‘Would you like a lift?’
Yes. ‘No, thanks,’ she said mutinously. ‘I’m fine.’
‘It’s pouring.’
‘I had noticed,’ she said, aiming for withering but finding withering annoyingly hard to do when her hair was plastered to her face, her arms ached from trying to protect her head with her weighty equipment case and her feet squelched in her boots.
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