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Samantha parked her bike in front of the inn, taking her time to walk around and explore the surroundings. She had spent the whole afternoon getting ready, and then she was even early!

It wouldn't have been good if Rider saw her waiting like a little girl on her first date. She didn't want him to think she was nervous.

Both their previous meetings happened by chance. But that time, they agreed.

She suppressed the thrills forming in the bottom of her belly. Rider wasn't even there yet; what was she quivering for?

The place he chose was really shabby. Not just that the inn was cheap and not too large, but the couple of buildings nearby, supposed to be called a village, weren't any better. It was a place that lived off the people who would stop there to rest. It was quite distant from Norwich, so there was a low chance anyone she knew would take a break there. There was a low chance anyone at all would stop there!