The sleek black car that pulled up to the curb looked expensive enough to belong to someone wealthy.I stood there dripping mud from my clothes and I was still reeling from the shock of everything that had just happened, when a driver dressed in uniform stepped out of the car before taking a step back, his expression, full of shocked horror."Mr. Hale, sir," the driver stammered, taking in our muddy state. "Perhaps we should—""It's fine, James," Derek said smoothly, though I could see him fighting back a smile at this, as he waved it away as if dripping mud was a daily occurrence for him and perfectly nomal. "Just grab some towels from the trunk, would you?"James hurried to comply, producing an impressive stack of pristine white towels, that took me by surprise. "I'm so sorry about this," I mumbled as he carefully laid them across the leather seats. "We can walk, really—""Nonsense," Derek replied, helping me into the car with the same of attention and courtesy that was usually r
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