Chapter 53

She glanced again.

“Maybe you can’t believe it, but I watch it. Rugby, I mean,” he told her. He felt she’d hit him below the belt. And also a little judged, to be honest.

“All Blacks or Springboks?”

Reggie smiled. “Springboks forever.”

He could’ve sworn Vivian smiled back at his response.

The rest of their trip was in silence.

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The hilly village had an elegant atmosphere. At the end of the street, Vivian pulled the Jaguar in front of a big, beautiful, three-story house with a pitched, stone-tiled roof. The fa?ade was characterized by bright red bricks and a little turret on the left side of the house.

Vivian stopped the engine. Both hands rested on the steering wheel, and she sighed.