Dino lounged, totally relaxed in the saddle, like a young princeling, his olive skin only slightly pal The puppy gave a deep contented sigh, licked the inside of Tory’s wrist and snuggled back to sleep again. It had been a desperate six weeks for Fen. Christ, why did she do it?” Tory took a deep breath.
At least it’ll be a change from hamburgers and Mars bars. That’s when the trouble’s going to start. “I’m such an idiot. Every time anyone interviewed me in Colombia, all I wanted to say was that I’d got a message for the girl in the Golden Lion (you look a bit like a lion), and would she please come back.
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