CHAPTER 11
“SO, WHERE ARE we going for lunch?” I asked Lexi as we emerged into the sunshine.
“I thought we’d head into Mulsanne. A friend told me about this wonderful little cafe that does a great steak and chips. He said it was nearby.”
“Can we walk there?”
“I have no idea.”
When Lexi searched on her phone, “nearby” turned out to be seven kilometres away. “And some of the roads might be closed,” she said.
“You know a lot about this place.”
“I came last year for a few days with Blake, just to watch. Race week’s something else. It’s like a seven-day party.”
Well, she certainly made it sound like fun. But would I enjoy it? “It’ll certainly be an experience, but I’m not much of a party girl.”
She linked her arm through mine. “You’ll have fun, trust me. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Do you
