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He almost didn’t recognize her; wouldn’t have except that he’d memorized everything about Zoe DeMille during those long days they were apart. She couldn’t hide her walk as she strolled past the massed members of The Soldier of Style Brigade without any of them noticing, but everything else was so changed it was hard to believe.
She’d erased the buoyant Tweety Bird—completely.
It also didn’t hurt that the party at the Lima, Peru, finish line had been in full swing for hours and sobriety had gone south long before the final riders made it to the Dakar Rally’s finish line. Christian was thrilled to take the accolades for the highest finish his car had ever achieved. They’d held on for fifth despite their long sidetrack and delay waiting for the race officials to arrive once they’d overc
