Ryn sighed, reaching across her mate to tap the button which would send the roof of the convertible down. He upshifted, then twined his fingers with hers.
"You really don't know how to drive, Herz?"
"Non, amant. Never learned. A lady doesn't drive." Ryn cupped her hand as she struck a match, lighting one of her clove cigarettes. "Besides, you do it
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