Authors: Catherine Coulter
“In that case,” said Jules, squeezing her husband's hand, her eyes twinkling, “I shall just have to give you my derringer.”
“
Derringer
?”
“Yes, and you can stomp on it. Again.”
“Jules, if ever Iâ”
“Perhaps Penelope will give hers to Thomas.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Penelope? Don't tell me that the two of youâ”
Saint broke off at Brent's shout of laughter.
“So much for cosseting,” Byrony said. “Ah, the champagne.”
“We'll give Saint the bottle,” Brent said. “He looks like he needs it.”