Playing By Her Rules (Sydney Smoke Rugby Series) - Plot & Excerpts
The crosstown traffic, always awful at this hour, had been compounded by an afternoon storm that had brought down trees and messed with traffic lights. Unfortunately, it hadn’t done much to relieve the stifling humidity. Remnants of the storm rumbled and sizzled in the heavy clouds overhead as Matilda stepped around a puddle in her low-heeled sling-backs. She hoped it wasn’t some kind of portent. The electricity between her and Tanner the other night had been more than enough to contend with. Welcoming lamps outside the old chapel ahead gave the weathered stone a warm glow, and Matilda picked up her pace, aware of the damp cling of her shirt and the limp plaster of her hair to her forehead. She felt as if she was wading through a wet sponge. She hadn’t expected Tanner to choose a soup kitchen, and she was still puzzling over it. The fact that she wasn’t able to get his measure was a huge puzzle. She’d always been able to tell where he was at.
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