Chapter 18
“Gone? What do you mean she’s gone?”
Jonathan was fuming. Lucien and Charles both sat in the morning room, Lucien with his copy of the Morning Post and Charles with a novel and a cup of tea. The pair of them looked so blastedly silly and domestic it made Jonathan want to bellow like a bear. Audrey had run off, and neither man seemed to care one whit. What was the matter with them?
“She told Horatia a friend wrote to her, someone seeking advice on her trousseau, and Audrey’s fashion sense was direly needed.” Lucien reached into his waistcoat and pulled out a letter. “She left this for you.”
Jonathan took the paper, unfolding it to read. It said she’d left for London, but she hadn’t given a reason. And he was expected to believe what Lucien was saying? Well, he didn’t believe
