Chapter 18
It required the better part of an hour, and most of the bottle, for Tony to relate his adventures of the last week and a half. His audience sat enthralled as he told them about the motley band of smugglers led by a plucky widow and her bantling brother-in-law.
“Bruises, bullets, blisters, and a make-believe bride.” Nick finished off his drink. “Tell me, was your wedding night make-believe, too?”
Tony threw a pillow at Nick’s head. He batted it aside, laughing.
“What do you think they’re all going to do now?” Alistair tossed more coal on the fire.
“Sylvia’s plotting for them to steal Ruford’s ship.”
Nick stopped laughing. “Really?”
“What else can she do? Even the cheese is ruined.” And she wanted nothing more to do with Tony.
“Ooh, she has bottom,” Nick said. “I want to m
