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Liam ducked the paparazzi’s intrusive cameras to slip into his hired car.
The driver met his eyes in the rearview mirror. “Your flat, Mr. Payne?”
Liam glanced at his phone. Nothing.
“Just... drive for now. Past the tree.”
The black SUV slid away from the kerb, becoming lost in the merging traffic. They slowly circled Trafalgar and the beautifully appointed tree standing in the heart of the square, then let its lights fade behind them.
“Drop me here. I’ll walk.”
He breathed in the woodsmoke and balsam from the tree lot’s bonfire, allowing the crisp air to clear his head.