Page 76 of The Middle-Aged Virgin (The Middle-Aged Virgin 1)

Charlie led the way to Anoushka’s with me following behind. Luckily we were only a few minutes away. Phew.

When we arrived, I parked a few doors down from the building so that she wouldn’t see my slightly scratched car. He pulled alongside me and his automatic window began winding down.

‘Are you sure you’ll be okay?’ he asked considerately. ‘I’m just on my way to brunch with some friends, but if you have any problems and are able to use your client’s phone, then call me and I can come back and help you. Have you got that notepad? Let me give you my number.’

I jotted down his details and also gave him mine. Strictly for insurance purposes only, of course…

‘Charlie, I don’t know how to thank you,’ I said, letting out a huge sigh of relief. ‘I really, really appreciate your help and everything you’ve done to get me here. Look,’ I said, pointing at the clock on the dashboard. ‘I’ve still got five minutes to spare. It’s a miracle.’

‘My pleasure,’ he said, grinning. ‘Go on, you better hurry. I’ll call you tomorrow, and we can discuss how best to proceed with fixing your car.’

‘Sounds good,’ I said, returning the smile. ‘Enjoy your brunch and speak tomorrow.’

He smiled again, accelerated and his beast of a car sped off down the road.

Wow. What a lovely guy. And kind of good-looking too, in a hot, young Farmer Giles kind of way.

Mmmm.

Behave, Sophia. I might not even be his type, and he definitely didn’t fit my dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin, Italian god template.

He was cute, though.

I wonder if he’s single…

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