all I could think to say was that you were my beloved husband—my épine dans mon coeur, giving me a vacation in England—an angoissant vexation.” Devon laughed. “I’m pretty sure you told them I’m a thorn in your heart who distresses you with his anger.” “Oh.” Her expression blanked. “I must go back at once and explain!” “No, you must not,” he said, increasing his stride. She stumbled to keep up with him. “But what will they think of us?”
