Bab 100: Chapter 100

“I think I’ll just—What d’you mean, you haven’t?”

“I am speaking the Queen’s English, aren’t I? I haven’t done what I came here to do. And it isn’t to take you to task for smashing the Lancia Stratos. Although I have a feeling I’m going to be appalled when I see the condition that car is in. From what Miss Travis let slip, I can’t imagine how you managed to survive.”

He gave a tired sigh. “So, if you haven’t come to tear a strip off me for smashing another car, why have you come to see me, James?”

“Might I not come to see you in hospital simply to ascertain that you are more or less in one piece?” Thank God he was referring to me by my given name once again.

“Well. Well, when you put it like that.” His expression became wistful, and it was all I could do to keep from threading my fingers through his hair. It had grown out in the months since his plastic surgery, even more so since I’d last seen him.