““Fiona, my love, as much as I adore you, I cannot stand your brothers. Any of them." "Gregor is much nicer now that he's married. Even you must admit that." "Only when Venetia is with him. When she's not, he's as annoying as ever." Fiona's lips quirked into a smile, her green eyes gleaming. "Rather like you, I hear." "Who has been carrying tales?" "Everyone." She placed her hand on her husband's cheek and smiled up into his blue eyes. With his dark auburn hair and devastating good looks, "Black Jack" Kincaid had once been the scourge of London's polite society. Now he was her own personal scourge, one she couldn't imagine living without.””
