“Lady Anstruther hosted a charity event last night which, as her next-door neighbor, I attended. The guest list had more lords and ladies than Burke’s Peerage. The deceased viscountess was seated near the head of our table between the Duke of Trenwyth and Dorian Blackwell. If you ask me, she was a tittering, ill-tempered quim.” “I’ll thank you to bite your vulgar tongue when we’re in the presence of the countess,” Morley admonished. “You’re welcome to bite my vulgar ass, and I’ll say what I like,” Argent volleyed back tonelessly. “Besides, Lady Anstruther is friends with my wife, and
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