from chapter 19: He is riding Rocky towards the gates of Penscombe, his shirt slightly undone and his sleeves rolled up over his forearms. [...] Rupert hints at a smile as he pushes his blue-lensed Carrera Aviators up into his hair. That single sight is enough to make ninety percent of the female population of this bloody United Kingdom swoon and come at once.
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