He felt edgy and irritable and the wretched little Citroen hogging the road ahead of him, preventing him from passing, infuriated him. He drove the Bentley to within a foot of the Citroen’s rear bumper, then putting the palm of his hand down hard on the button that operated the triple airhorns, he blasted the crawling car almost off the road.He shot the Bentley past the Citroen and stormed on down the long hill into Nice.Why wasn’t he relaxed? he asked himself.He glanced sideways at Sophia. She sat motionless, her face expressionless. Was there something wrong? Usually she was so vivacious, talkative and entertaining? Tonight she had been silent and withdrawn and whenever he had looked at her he had been disturbed to see how hard her eyes were and there was a thrust to her chin that he hadn’t noticed before, giving her an almost aggressive look.This bothered him. He was used to her solicitous attention. His wishes were her wishes, his needs her needs, but tonight it was as if he didn’t exist.“Have you something on your mind, baby?”
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