Chapter 93

Laurie smiled, and had just begun to answer when another text popped up. Oh! Did George ever stop by? He’d mentioned it to us again, and we told him you’d like it if he did!

Laurie had to laugh. Colby’s matchmaking was hardly subtle. But misplaced, unfortunately: a Royal Navy veteran who could write the sort of novel that clawed one’s heart to shreds would hardly approve of someone who’d spent a life merely pretending to be a soldier, a spy, a gangster, a prime minister.

He sent back, He’s wrestling my rosebushes into submission at the moment, thank you.

Dots appeared. Then went away. Then appeared again.

Laurie rapidly typed, Not a euphemism, dear boy! Honestly, I’m astonished you’ve kept that adorable harmless reputation this long.