Don't you think it's odd that all of a sudden Lord John had to go attend to business? I mean, it is ten o'clock at night." Her hands went to her hips.
"Yes. Felicity, it is odd, but you have to consider the other key element in which you miscalculated."
The girl's head snapped around. "What?"
"You are dealing with a man. And they are neither predictable nor reliable."
"Bother them all," Felicity complained.
"Hold onto that sentiment until you find the right one to bother," Miranda advised.

Auteur: Elizabeth Boyle