feel it in his hands。
Oh； please。 Don？t cry。
？Not as hard as Coach Heffner？s arse；？ Lord Marcus joked。 ？She told us all about how she
stabbed you with a fork when you tried to hit on her。？
Nate had pretty much blocked that little episode out of his mind； and he flinched；
remembering。 ？I just wasn？t expecting a hot female coach；？ he admitted。
？Believe me； none of us were；？ Lord Marcus replied with a knowing smile。 He lit a Marlboro
Red； but the tiny； shriveled cabdriver flapped his hand in annoyance； so he threw it out the
window。
？Let？s all light cigarettes and see what he does；？ Serena whispered； still feeling giddy。 She
handed out four Merit Ultra Lights from her black suede Balenciaga fringed hobo bag and Lord
Marcus helped her light them with a silver Tiffany lighter。
The driver screeched to a halt when he noticed the smoke。 ？Get out of my cab！？ he shouted； his
tiny； shriveled fists raised in anger。
Lord Marcus； ever the polite Englishman； began to apologize； pretending he didn？t know it was
illegal to smoke in American taxis。 But they were al