I forbid you from frequenting taverns, public houses, or other establishments of vice.”
She snorted in amusement. “Establishments of vice? That’s a rather puritanical view of things, isn’t it? I assure you, I was quite safe.”
“You were with Ralston!” he said, as though she were simpleminded.
“He was perfectly respectable,” she said, the words coming out before she remembered that the carriage ride home was anything but respectable.
“Imagine—my sister and the Marquess of Ralston together. And he turns out to be the respectable one,” Benedick said wryly, sending heat flaring on Callie’s cheeks, but not for the reason he thought. “No more taverns.

Auteur: Sarah MacLean