Mr. Impossible (Carsington Brothers, #2)

by Loretta Chase

“I am not afraid of a lump of petrified matter,” he said stiffly. “Come here,” she said. “I’m trying to keep Hermione calm,” he said. “She’s calm,” Daphne said. “It’s far enough away not to worry her. Don’t you want to look? It’s very interesting. I’ve never seen an animal mummy before, at least not in one piece…more or less. It’s only a bit dented.” “Hermione is not as calm as she appears,” he said. “We’d better not give her an excuse to bolt. If she runs away—” “You’re afraid,” Daphne said. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “Then come here,” she said. He petted the donkey. “Come here,” Daphne said. He muttered something to Hermione about “silly females.” “Mr. Carsington,” Daphne said, “come here.” He stroked the donkey’s head and began to whistle softly. “Rupert,” Daphne said. At last he turned to look at her. “Ta’ala heneh,” she said. TYPICAL, RUPERT THOUGHT.Make love to a woman, and she thinks she owns you.