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.
* * * *
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.