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I must have taken Eloise by surprise, too, because the car not only started without her usual dramatics but leaped forward, immediately plowing us into the dark blue sedan that was parked in front of me.
“By the saints!” came a muffled oath from the direction of my thighs, where I had jammed Peter’s head.
“Stay down, you fool!” He struggled to sit up, managing to swing his legs around into the area of the car meant for such limbs. I grabbed him by one ear, and pulled his head back down to my lap. “They’ll see you!”
“I don’t care who sees me. That was my car you just hit!” Peter snarled, and tried to shove away my hand that was holding down his head. “I repeat, unhand me, woman! May I remind you that I am armed?”
I reversed, shot out into traffic (which consisted of a couple of t
