Ice Blue (Lord and Lady Hetheridge, #1)

by Emma Jameson

She waited, then asked, “How old are you?” Hetheridge smiled. “In a week, I’ll be sixty.” “Ah. An age referred to, in the common parlance, as fifty-nine.

Better dash home, then, and tell dear old mum which of your slacks to press.” “I am perfectly content,” Bhar said, “to wear whatever Mum chooses for me. Cheers!”

“Spent the whole meal talking about her ex. How they were soul mates. How special he is. How hurt she is. How fragile her heart is right now. Didn’t even get a goodnight kiss.” “But why did you ever … hang on. Did your mum arrange that date for you?” Bhar groaned. “Let’s get off the subject.”