It Happened One Autumn (Wallflowers #2) Happenstance (Happenstance #1)
There is no rush, Fennsworth said, his eyes flicking briefly to Miss Watson. I would not wish to be rude, and I haven’t yet had the opportunity to thank you for your hospitality.
He nodded politely. "You've come to chastise me, I imagine."Lady Rudland crossed her arms. "And just what do you think you need chastising for?"
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His smile lacked all humor. "Why don't you tell me? I'm sure you have an extensive list.""Have you seen your wife in the past week?" she demanded."No, I don't believe I ha- Oh, wait a minute." He took a sip of brandy. "I passed her in the hall a few days ago. Tuesday, I think it was."
"She is over eight months' pregnant, Nigel.""I assure you, I am aware."
"You are a cur to leave her alone in her time of need."
He took another swig. "Just to make things clear, she left me alone, not the other way around. And don't call me Nigel."I pushed him to the window bed. I’ll take the other one, I said, before leaving him and laying my suitcase on my own mattress to begin unpacking.
As I started laying out all the clothes on the bed, intending to hang them up in the cupboard before they could get too crinkly, Josh remarked, Did you seriously bring all those for me?He was eyeing the large heap of male clothing I’d taken from my father’s closet. I grinned sheepishly. Yes, I said. I didn’t—and still don’t—know exactly how long we’ll be staying. We might need to extend the trip more than two nights.
Ten Ways to Be Adored When Landing a Lord (Love By Numbers #2)
I fished out the tuxedo from the pile and held it up to show him. I quirked a brow. What do you think of this? I asked him.He wrinkled his nose. Bit posh.
I chuckled. Then what is your style?He rolled over to the bed and began sifting through the clothes himself. He picked out a casual pair of jeans and a loose T-shirt. These are more my thing, I think, he said.
You’re easy to please, I commented.He wheeled himself back to his side of the room and watched as I finished unpacking. As I was hanging up the last three garments, there came a knock at the door. I hurried to answer it. Shayla stood in the doorway, holding a book—a tourist guide to London. She stepped inside and moved over to the table near the window. She drew up a chair and began paging through the guide.
I don’t know London, she said. I’m only aware of the location of the IBSI’s base here. But I’ve been reading this book and it looks like the most logical thing to do would be to go on one of these bus tours. It seems a good way to see the main sites in London and, if Josh is really from here, maybe something will trigger… something.Josh and I agreed. After bundling Josh with some more layers—including a hat and scarf, as well as pulling on a thick coat myself—we grabbed three umbrellas courtesy of the hotel and headed downstairs to get directions to the nearest tour bus stop. The rain was still beating down when the open-topped double-decker pulled up. It was a shame that we couldn’t sit at the top because of Josh’s chair. Instead we ended up taking a seat toward the back, away from as many people as possible. Which wasn’t difficult. The bus was practically empty.