Chapter 23
“Mother Mary in a manger!” I could have kicked myself for my outburst, especially when I felt James’s startled gaze.
“Shh!” The sound like a load of whistling kettles coming to the boil seemed to fill the church, and the entire congregation turned to glare at me in extreme disapproval, although the vicar’s expression was simply mild inquiry. I could feel my face flame, and gestured feebly with my crutches, thankful I could blame my inappropriate exclamation on them.
“Sorry. Sudden stabbing pain.” I sank low into my seat and dropped my voice. “Bloody hell, James, did you see that?”
He cleared his throat, “See what, dear chap?” and removed a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and blew his nose. “Sorry. Weddings always have this effect upon me.”
I stared at him in surprise.
