”Another pause followed, then the voice said sharply, “I don’t care how fucking exhausted I am, get that bikini off. “Very pressing. Expect you’re feeling homesick too, missing Tory and the baby, and you’re pulled down looking after the horses by yourself. Helen turned away, shocked.
“No, I don’t,” Jake said flatly. The sky was already in mourning. Desdemona, also on tremendous form, came fourth, sailing over the fences with all her old bounce, somewhat reviving Fen’s spirits. The three elements of the combination, then the huge triple and he was home.
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