Paul James sighed, feeling tired from the long day. Nothing seemed to go right, and he was a man who did not like delays, grimacing as the rain lashed down on his car, his windscreen wipers moving ferociously to allow him to see the road ahead. From a distance he spotted the small abandoned car by the side of the road, not remembering it being there earlier. Slowing slightly he concentrated on the windows, checking to see if anybody was seeking shelter inside the vehicle. Passing the car, with a small smile he decided that the driver had no doubt been rescued long ago. Only the sudden movement at the corner of his eye sent his look flying to the rear-view mirror, surprised to see a small shape rising from the larger shadowy bulk of the car. As she saw the headlights appear in front of her, part of Mia felt an overwhelming sense of relief to see them, the first in over an hour. Standing up, she was in time to see as the car, a large Jaguar, moved past her. She could hardly believe that anybody would drive past somebody so obviously in need of help and she swore loudly at the driver, before returning to the task of the wheel, tears rushing to her eyes. However, the sound of a reversing engine had her looking around once more, as she blinked away the water, standing again. Slowly the door of the car opened and a tall handsome man stepped out, holding a large umbrella over himself.
