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trays and rolled her shoulders to ease them.
    “I’m driving this back to the depot now dinner’s served. I can give you a lift if you want. Whereabouts?”
    “Oriental Bay,” Frankie said, relaxing a little. “But anywhere will do. I’d be very grateful.”
    “I’ll drop you home—I’m going right through. You can’t go wandering about dressed like that on a Saturday night.”
    Frankie pulled a wry face and the woman grinned.
    “Yeah, I know, I’m old enough to be your Mom. But I see too many young girls out on their own after events like this. Some men would take that skirt as an invitation.”
    Frankie flushed as she remembered her missing panties; it was worse than the caterer thought. One man certainly had taken the skirt as an invitation.

    Jake’s eyes tracked back and forth across the huge marquee. Where the hell had she disappeared to? He’d expected to spot the crest of her helmet easily enough, even in all these people. She hadn’t seemed very tall, but those nodding feathers stuck up a foot or so. Why couldn’t he see them?
    He raised a hand to his nose and dragged in her scent.
    Faintly chocolate. Deliciously woman. His cock stirred just thinking of her.
    She’d been so damn juicy he’d surged into her like a rutting animal. He was worried now that he’d been too fast and rough. He might have jokingly called her ‘Lady Rose’ but he hadn’t treated her like any kind of lady. More like a sex slave there for his pleasure. He cringed as he recalled his lack of finesse.
    Usually he spent more time making sure a girl was well satisfied before he came. But with this one? Hell no—she’d turned him on to such a degree he’d totally lost it. No wonder she’d wanted nothing more to do with him. He searched the crowd again, determined to find her, make amends somehow, arrange something more civilized as soon as he could. And assure her his heart was genuinely behind the fund-raising effort in the hope that then she’d see him in a different light.
    “Jake!” a cheerful voice yelled behind him. A heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder. He turned and couldn’t help grinning at his younger brother’s fake black eye and genuinely missing front tooth. Tony wore a noisy pin-striped suit and carried a huge plastic machinegun.
    “You look the part, bro.”
    “Always enjoyed a good scrap.”
    Jake acknowledged that with a nod, privately thinking Tony’s fights had always been confined to back alleys and drunken parties with no referees to stop things when knives were pulled.
    “Tracey here?”  
    “Too far gone. Baby’s due in less than a week. Didn’t see why I should miss out though. I’ll take her a doggie bag eh?”
    Jake nodded again, hardly surprised his light-fingered brother was planning to make off with something.  
    “Seen Paul?” Tony asked. “Done up like a hooker. Geez, he’s a good looking one too!”
    Jake peered around the marquee. “Saw him in the house a bit earlier. I’m looking for someone as well. Keep your eyes peeled for a helmet with a bunch of feathers on top.”
    “Male or female?”
    “Definitely female.”
    He watched as Tony gave the crowd a perfunctory scan and lost interest.
    Where was she? Who was she? How had she disappeared?

    Frankie unzipped her boots, stepped out of them, and groaned with relief. She peeled the thick socks off, and wriggled her toes in the guest bedroom’s deep carpet.
    She’d already sent Mike a text to let him know she was safely home. She itched to dive under a hot shower and wash away every trace of Captain Cool. Every touch of his hands and swipe of his tongue and rasp of his bristly chin.   She hadn’t exactly fended him off, and she now felt desperately ashamed of herself.
    He’d lifted her onto the table, pulled her on top of him, she’d wrestled with his fly buttons, and he’d had his cock in her seconds later. She had no memory of any awkward fumbling. He’d been incredible. So strong and sure. So certain about