A Twist of Fate (A Stitch in Time #2)

by Kelley Armstrong

“I fear we have arrived too late,” he says. “We have missed the chance to play our proper role in this romantic drama.” He looks at August. “You couldn’t have waited for us?” “Waited for you to do what?” August says. “Swoop in and save the day, obviously. Have you never read a romantic novel, sir? Your poor wife was trapped in another time, and you were being an absolute ass about her disappearance.” “Ass?” “Absolute ass. So the poor lady returns and very clearly, being an ass—” “You just like saying that, don’t you?” August mutters. “I do,” William says. “And I would suggest you get used to hearing it. Being an ass, clearly you will question her return. Or, perhaps more accurately, you will question the explanation she gives for her absence. Time travel? A likely story. And so, Bronwyn and I return home to find a letter entreating us to come to poor Rosalind’s aid so that she may reveal herself to her utter ass of a husband.” “Utter ass?” “It’s a slight step down from absolute. Stop interrupting, or you will lose the points you’ve gained. We fairly fly to Courtenay Hall, where surely we shall find poor Rosalind in dire straits, having been prematurely unmasked, beseeching her infuriating husband to believe her story. Instead, we find . . .” He waves at the bed. “We are too late. You have skipped the misunderstanding part of the story and already reunited.” “Does the fact that I believed Rosalind straightaway alleviate my ass-ery?” William purses his lips. “I’m not certain...

I can’t with these men.