Chapter 11“I must say, my lord, you smell lovely,” Farrell teased, wrinkling his nose in Colin's direction as they stomped through the messy fields among a herd of gamboling lambs. “I had no idea you'd taken to using such marvelous, ladylike scents.”
“Oh, it's his missus,” Bullock added. “She's tamed him and made him all pretty and nice.”
Colin snickered. After the most comfortable night he could remember in months, soothed into a relaxing sleep by listening to the hypnotic rhythm of his wife's breathing, he pasted a fake scowl onto his face. “I warned her about this,” he said, joining in the joke.
“Too bad no one warned you,” Farrell said.
“Oh, I knew you snoopy old women would notice and tease.” He shrugged. “It was worth it.” He quirked one eyebrow and poked out his cheek with his t
