Believe it or not, Caleb Calhoun is not a part of the half of London that desires to swiv me.” She paused, then added, “Also, it would do us all well to find another word for the act. That one is . . . not pleasant.” “What would you prefer? Did you discuss the weather? Did you play croquet?” Adelaide laughed. Sesily cut her a look. “Do not encourage her.” “Did you prune the hedge?” “Really, anything sounds salacious when you say it that way, Imogen,” Adelaide pointed out. Imogen grinned. “It does, doesn’t it?”
