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way aroundwho better to help me navigate the foreign streets than a policeman? |
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How could he possibly refuse? |
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She laughed softly. 'Am I brilliant, or what?' |
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Stopping at the next intersection, she leaned toward the windshield and peered at the corner sign. |
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She turned right and drove along, delighted with her scheme. It wouldn't be an actual date, but they'd finally have a chance to be alone with each other. Guiding her around town, Trev was bound to get over his jitters. Before long . . . |
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She spotted 3548 painted on the curb, and pulled over. |
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Just to make sure of the address, she plucked the order slip off the top box. This street was darker than the other. She turned on the overhead light. |
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The address was 3548 Mercer, just as she'd remembered it. The order had been placed by someone named Buddy. |
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Maureen shut off the lights and engine. She dropped the keys into her coat pocket, swung open her door, then lifted the three white cartons off the passenger seat. Slipping a hand under the bottom box, she felt the heat. In spite of her small detour, the pizzas hadn't cooled off. |
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She climbed out of the Cherokee and knocked its door shut with her rump. |
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As she stepped over the curb, she noticed three motorcycles parked on the driveway. She wrinkled |
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