"What a coincidence." Barrie Lockwood strolled over, prompting the driver to step aside.

Briony Kensington stood there, phone in hand, her expression unreadable as she regarded Barrie. "Mr. Lockwood, let's call the police and let the insurance handle it."

Barrie adjusted his glasses, the gesture almost casual. “It was my fault. If you'd prefer, Ms. Kensington, just name your price and we can settle this privately."

"That won't be necessary." Briony dialed the police, her voice steady. "We'll do this by the book."

Barrie's eyes crinkled into a smile behind his glasses as he watched her.

Once she finished the call, Briony turned to wait by the curb for the officers to arrive.

"Ms. Kensington, I happen to have a little scoop about Stewart Wentworth. Interested?"

"I couldn't care less about my ex-husband," Briony replied coldly, her gaze icy. "And for the record, Mr. Lockwood, I don't think much of you either. So please, keep your distance."

Barrie raised a brow, undeterred. "But I find you rather fascinating, Ms. Kensington."

Briony's frown deepened-she was done entertaining him.

Just then, a familiar figure approached.

"Barrie!"

slipped her arm through

sideways at her. "What are you doing

shopping, heading home when traffic got backed

looked like you, and

beamed up at him, every inch the

watched them, face

by Lorna's public display of devotion, flashed

"Ms. Kensington won't settle. You

have something

common-one Stewart's ex-wife, the

ex-fiancée.

you

talk some sense into her

then did Lorna

Briony's remained cool

uptight? Our luxury car rear-ended your BMW-it's our loss, really. Why not just take the money and call it a day? Waiting for the police atthis hour is

she finished, the

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