“I like it, but not as much as your pretty vest.”
“Waistcoat,” he corrected gently.
“You’re in America now. Here it’s a vest. And a dapper one, too. All you need is one of those wax-tipped mustaches, and you’d be at home in any Edwardian drama.”
“We have enough drama already, thank you.” He looked mildly unhappy. “I heard that Kell did not go easily.”
“Go?” I swallowed the last of my granola, glancing again at the clock. I had ten minutes before we were due at the start. “Go where?”
“You didn’t hear? Roger mentioned it at the dinner last night.”
“I had to . . . er . . . duck out for a bit. It was over by the time I was done. What did I miss?”
“Kell being formally removed from competition. He claimed he had done nothing wrong and wasn’t in the least to blame for yesterday’s incident,
