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uncomfortable—she might even go so far as to buy them. Marguerite smiled faintly, knowing herself well enough to acknowledge that she was as slow at change as she was at getting started in the morning. Even if she bought a pair of pants, she probably wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing them for a good year or so, at least not in public. Maybe she could wear them around the house at first, though, and—
    “Marguerite!”
    She whirled away from the window in surprise when Julius shouted her name. Marguerite saw the alarm on his face and turned to follow his gaze. Herown eyes widened as she saw the motorcycle roaring up the sidewalk, heading straight for her.
    Marguerite instinctively plastered herself against the wall to get out of the way of the oncoming motorcycle. But she wasn’t prepared when the passenger on the back of the bike shot his arm out, catching her purse as the motorcycle roared past.
    The motorcycle immediately swerved back to the road. Julius leapt into the path of the bike, but they simply swerved, clipping him and sending him to the pavement as they shot up the street. Christian gave chase, but even an immortal couldn’t outrun a motorcycle and he turned back after several car lengths to return to them.
    “Are you all right?” Marguerite asked, hurrying to Julius’s side as he got back to his feet.
    “Yes,” he muttered impatiently, brushing down the now dirty and torn pants of his expensive designer suit.
    “I’m sorry, Marguerite. They got away from me,” Christian said as he reached them.
    “It doesn’t matter. It’s just a purse. I can replace everything,” she said, waving the apology away and then glanced at Tiny. “I’ll replace your phone too, Tiny.”
    “That’s where it was,” Tiny muttered. “I forgot you had it. I was going to call the office and check in while we were waiting for you to finish your bath and couldn’t find my phone.” He sighed and then shrugged. “Ah, well, at least you weren’t hurt. Phones are replaceable and no one’s going to panic if they don’t get a call for a day or two.”
    Marguerite managed a guilty smile. She’d forgotten to charge her own phone the day before they’d left for London and had asked to borrow Tiny’s mobile phone, intending to pay him back for the charge. But when she’d finished her call, she’d automatically dropped it in her purse.
    “Do you think this was connected to the attacks?”
    Marguerite glanced up as Christian asked the question and found him glancing up the street with worry.
    When Julius merely shook his head to say he didn’t know, Tiny commented, “I don’t think so. They’ve had a rash of such purse snatches in London lately.”
    “They have?” Marguerite asked with surprise. “How do you know?”
    “I watched the morning news show,” he explained. “They had a big story on it. A woman was seriously injured yesterday when she was dragged behind the bike for a few feet before getting free of her purse strap. The police are supposed to be making catching these guys a priority.”
    “Just bad luck, then,” Julius muttered, taking her arm and leading her toward the still waiting taxi. “You seem to be having a run of that.”
    “Or good luck,” Marguerite countered. When he glanced at her in surprise, she shrugged. “Well, I woke up in time to avoid having my head cut off this morning, and I wasn’t dragged by my purse strap just now. That seems more like good luck to me.”
    Julius smiled faintly at the words and seemed suddenly to relax as she stepped into the taxi.
    Marguerite glanced around as she entered the vehicle. It was nothing like taxis in either Canada or America. Those were generally cars with a normal backseat. This vehicle had a high ceiling and seemedincredibly spacious with a wide cushioned bench seat at the back and, facing, two cushioned fold-down seats against the backing of the driver’s front bench seat.
    Marguerite bent at the waist, and actually walked to the