Unwrapping Her Perfect Match: A London Legends Christmas Novella - Plot & Excerpts
Although Liam had done his best to drive slowly and carefully, he’d had to swerve and slam on his brakes twice—once for a cyclist with a death wish and once for a minicab that pulled out of an alley and nearly blindsided them. Driving in London: more of an adrenaline rush than eighty minutes on a rugby pitch. By the time Liam pulled up outside John’s building, John’s head ached as if it would burst open like an overripe watermelon. Gwen had insisted that he take the front passenger seat. They had argued about it for several minutes, each offering to squeeze into the back of Liam’s midsize Toyota—which didn’t feel midsize to anyone oversized—until Liam had yelled, “For fuck’s sake, Shelly, let her take the back seat so we can get you home, you stubborn git.” Now, as Liam put the car in Park, John sat there holding his head in his hands, praying it wouldn’t explode. Consciousness drifted away from him, and he only vaguely heard Liam and Gwen’s voices as if they came from the opposite end of a long tunnel.
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