“Might I request an introduction?” Benedict raised a brow. “You can try your best, but I doubt you’ll meet with success. I haven’t learned her name yet myself.” “You haven’t asked,” Sophie could not help pointing out. “And would you tell me if I did?” “I’d tell you something,” she returned. “But not the truth.” She shook her head. “This isn’t a night for truth.” “My favorite kind of night,” Colin said in a jaunty voice.
