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She stood still, looking at him with her beautiful eyes. “How kind,” she said. “But you needn’t have bothered. I was going back on my broomstick.”

He laughed at that and caught her arm and hurried out to where the Bentley was waiting. It was cold and damp. Sophy shivered.

“Hungry?” he asked.

Sophy realized that she was—very. “Famished,” she replied, and started making futile attempts to tidy her regrettable hair.

Max took a comb from a pocket and said, “Here, let me.”

She sat quietly while he tucked and pinned the ends away under her cap. When he had finished, he put a finger under her chin and looked at her, his head on one side. Sophy looked back at Max shyly, hearing her heartbeats pounding in her ears, and making an effort to take regular breaths. The effort wasn’t very successful, and when he bent his head and kissed her gently on the mouth, she stopped breathing altogether, savoring bliss, but only for a moment.