Good, Colin muttered, taking a bite. I’m famished. How can you think of food? Gregory said angrily. I always think of food, Colin replied, his eyes searching the table until he located the butter. What else is there? Your wife, Benedict drawled.
Julia Quinn
Good, Colin muttered, taking a bite. I’m famished. How can you think of food? Gregory said angrily. I always think of food, Colin replied, his eyes searching the table until he located the butter. What else is there? Your wife, Benedict drawled.