Colin made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort. Or maybe a laugh. Or maybe both. And Anthony suddenly knew. One look at his brother’s face should have given it all away. This was no shy, retiring, underappreciated spinster. And whatever she had said to Colin earlier that evening, it had contained no compliments about Anthony. Fratricide was legal in England, wasn’t it? If not, it damn well should have been.
