““Michael, I am most pleased to see you up and about and looking so fine and healthy.” He inclined his head, thanking her for the compliment. She dabbed the corners of her mouth daintily with her napkin. “But now you must attend to your responsibilities as the earl.” He groaned. “Don‟t be so petulant,” Janet said. “No one is going to hang you up by your thumbs. All I was going to say is that you must go to the tailor and make sure you have proper evening clothes.” “Are you certain I can‟t donate my thumbs instead?””
