No, he definitely would not laugh.Besides, the situation was not really amusing. Nothing about his day had been amusing. Why not add this to the list?The woman was an appalling sight.Hair plastered to her head, long strands of it obscuring much of her face. Dress pasted to her body. For reasons that made no sense she was also barefoot; her shoes lay near her feet like small, drowned creatures.His gaze moved back to her face.She had him pegged as a monster who snatched female victims off the streets. As far as he was concerned, he was the more likely victim here, first of Jessalyn, who’d been whining over diamond bracelets and raffles gone wrong as the Mercedes rolled through the rain-soaked streets, and now of a situation that showed all the earmarks of deteriorating into a confrontational disaster.Moments ago, he’d been silently counting down the minutes until Jessalyn was delivered to her door.All he had to do, he’d told himself, was endure her company a little longer. If only Charles drove faster…But he had not suggested it.
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