him and his brothers walked in the area of the local Birmingham pub…she was sitting one of the stools…ofc they recognized her…the infamous French girl, the men were drooling over her, she was unbothered, he had to greet her as the his boys watched from afar, Thomas was unfazed n nonchalant just as she was “I breed race horses and train them, what is it that you do?” her soft tone spoke as she shook his hand softly “I rarely answer questions, that’s what I do.” his cold deep slow voice spoke… his ocean eyes bored into her siren ones